"Katherine!"
"She'll be here right off. She's on her way!"
An automobile drove up before the house.
"Dr. Ballard's come all the way from Boston to see you, ma'am," Martha said.
A moment, and the door opened. A girlish figure flew across the room.
"Grandmother! Dear, dear grandmother!"
Katherine knelt by the bedside, gathering up the little body in her loving arms.
Dr. Ballard bent to lift the tiny wrist.
There was a gentle sigh, a flicker of the eyelids. Madam Crewe looked up contentedly, over Katherine's bowed head, and her eyes fixed themselves full on Martha.
The look said, "Slawson, you're a good woman!"