Nancy turned and looked out of the window.
"Nobody sent me—I just came."
Then she faced about.
"I don't want to deceive nobody. I come down from Pinacate to see you about some—some business. They told me at the bank that you was up at the house, so I come up. When I found how it was, I thought I'd better stay—that's all."
"From Pinacate—about some business?" queried the puzzled listener.
"Yes; I didn't mean to say anything to you; I don't want to bother you about it when you're in trouble an' all wore out. I told them down at the bank; they'll tell you when you go down." And with this the young man was obliged to be content.
It was nearly two weeks before the child was out of danger. Then Nancy said she must go home. The young mother kissed her tenderly when they parted.
"I'm so sorry you can't stay and see the baby," she said, with sweet young selfishness; "they're going to bring him home very soon now. He's so cute! Archie dear, go to the door with Mrs. Watson, and remember"—She raised her eyebrows significantly, and waited to see that her husband understood before she turned away.
The young man followed Nancy to the hall.
"How much do I owe"—He stopped, with a queer choking sensation in his throat.