"I have been a little weak-minded. I know it. But if it doesn't thunder any more I'll keep up. Ever since I was a child the sound of thunder paralyzed me. Thank God, Mrs. Yocomb is beginning to revive."
"I will leave her in your care, and see if I can do anything for Mr.
Yocomb. I thus show that I trust you fully."
As I passed out I heard a faint voice call, "Mother!"
Going to the door of Adah's room I saw that she was conscious, and feebly trying to rise. As I entered she looked at me in utter bewilderment, then shrank with instinctive fear from the presence of a seeming intruder. I saw the impulse of her half-conscious mind, and called Miss Warren, who came at once, and her presence seemed reassuring.
"What's the matter?" she asked, with the same thick utterance that I had noted in Mr. Yocomb's voice. It seemed as if the organs of speech were partially paralyzed.
"You have been ill, my dear, but now you are much better. The doctor will be here soon," Miss Warren said soothingly.
She seemed to comprehend the words imperfectly, and turned her wondering eyes toward me.
"Oh, that the doctor would come!" I groaned. "Here you have two on your hands, and Mr. Yocomb is calling."
"Who's that?" asked Adah, feebly pointing to me.
"You remember Mr. Morton," Miss Warren said quietly, bathing the girl's face with cologne. "You brought him home from meeting this morning."