"Yes! Yes!" Mavis was stooping down beside his bed.
"Is Mrs. Jarvis still living there—the nurse?"
"Yes, we sometimes see her. She's postwoman now."
"Could you fetch her here? To-night?"
"We'll try!"
"Tell her it's Jerry as wants her—her boy Jerry! She'll understand!"
"We'll bring her somehow, don't you worry," said Merle.
"I'm slipping west, and I'd like a word with her afore I go. You've been so kind—I thought I might ask you to do that for me."
His breath came in gasps. His face was drawn with a spasm of pain.
Sister took the girls quietly aside.