"Mother is well, but Sister Bertha is sick."

"When did you come out here?"

"On Tuesday."

"Where,"—Henry looked about, startled,—"where are grandfather and grandmother?"

"I imagine they went to Aunt Sally's."

"And you have been here alone!"

"No." Emmeline laughed feebly. "No, not alone."

Henry started again. Over his sister's shoulder he saw a man lying on the floor in the parlor.

"There are wounded men in this house!"

"Oh, yes!" said Emmeline.