Helen sighed.
"I'm feeling a little uneasy about Dorothy. I got a letter this morning from Aunt Carrie, saying she was not feeling so well. The doctor was going to see her to-day, and, if she got worse, they said they'd telegraph."
Ray looked at her sister in consternation.
"What would you do then?"
"I would have to go at once to Philadelphia."
"And Kenneth just come home—oh, Helen!"
"I couldn't help it. Kenneth couldn't go. Somebody must go. The child could not be left alone. Who should go better than its mother?"
Ray made a gesture of protest.
"Well, don't let's imagine the worst. Dorothy won't get worse. To-morrow you'll get a reassuring letter, and your worries will be over."
"I hope so," smiled Helen.