Again Katy flew to obey. David should be sent for; must she remind them that David should be sent for? It seemed to Katy that any observer could see her obsession in her face.
"You know where my things are, Katy," whispered Cassie.
"Yes, I know! But you are not going to die!"
"My time has come," said Mrs. Hartman. "Everything is attended to and written out in the desk. You can tell the squire."
"I will," faltered Katy, standing between the tall pillars at the foot of the bed. She remembered the squire's face as he came to tell her grandmother that Grandfather Gaumer was dead; she thought of David and David's face when he should be told. David would be alone in the world; surely, though he had all its riches, he would care! Surely his mother had a message for him. The preacher was a newcomer; he did not know David; he should give him no message from his mother! And Dr. Benner should give him no message from his mother. Katy clasped her hands a little more closely and looked down upon Cassie.
"And David?"
Cassie's eyelids quivered, but she made no reply.
"Some one must send for David!"
When Cassie still made no answer, Katy came round the corner of the bed and stood by the pillow.
"Suppose"—Katy stammered and faltered—"suppose—shall anything be said to David if—if—"