"If everything goes well—to-morrow—for two minutes—just two minutes, you understand."
"Not until to-morrow?" she asked ruefully.
"You ought to be glad to see him alive at all. He had a narrow shave of it. An inch or two lower——" And then with a smile, "But he's going to get well, I promise you that."
"Oh, thanks," said Beth gratefully.
"Don't worry. And if you behave yourself I'll let you get up after lunch." He gave some directions to Mrs. Bergen as to the treatment of Beth's blistered arms, and went out.
So in spite of the pain that she still suffered, Beth was content. At least she was content until Aunt Tillie brought her Miss Peggy McGuire's silver hand-mirror and she saw the reflection of her once beautiful self.
"Aunt Tillie!" she gasped. "I'm a sight."
"Maybe—but that's a sight better than bein' burned to death," said the old lady, soberly.
"My hair——!"
"It's only frizzled. They say that's good for the hair," she said cheerfully.