And then, miraculously, the fog lifted. Everything was clear in the sunlight; all her fears were gone—now she could make speed. Onward they went, over the mountains, and the rivers, through Pennsylvania, flying low enough to see the wonderful beauty of the early autumn in that lovely part of the country. At last they came to Philadelphia, and flew straight to the airport at the southern end of the city, and landed in safety.
"The baby is—breathing!" she asked, as she watched the attendant who came forward to welcome them.
"Yes," replied Mrs. Beach, rapturously. "Oh, I think you must be an angel, Miss Carlton!"
"If we are only in time!" returned the girl. "We taxi from here."
"But I haven't much money——"
"I have. Come! There isn't a moment to be lost!"
Linda left her plane with the attendant, and helped Mrs. Beach with her baby into the waiting taxicab. In half an hour they were at the hospital.
"You—you will stay with me?" questioned the woman, trembling.
"Of course."
The great surgeon was kindness itself. Mrs. Beach, who had feared that he would be brusque, was delighted. A nurse took the baby immediately into the operating room.