"Why, dear girl, you're faint. O, I have talked so long, and forgotten your condition. Forgive me, dear," and hastily adjusting Edith's wrap, she began to wheel her chair toward the small boarding house, which was hidden in the clump of trees only a hundred feet away.
The little house held about fifty guests. It was situated on the lake front, and for quiet and beauty of surroundings, it was hardly surpassable.
Betty and Alma were ideal companions for Edith, but both were worried at her condition. They had been there for one week, and Edith grew weaker and weaker.
As Alma and Edith approached the house, Betty came out to meet them. She looked at Edith anxiously.
"Edith dear," she said gently; "won't you do me a great favor?"
"Anything I can, my Betty," replied Edith.
"Won't you let me have the elders come to administer to you?"
"O, do!" said Alma. She and Harold had been baptized, and she was now full of faith in the Gospel.
"But my faith in the elders is not strong," she objected.
"Never mind that. Will you?"