"If dear Grandpapa would only come home," and she sighed again.
"But just think how beautiful it is that Aunty was not hurt so much as the doctors feared," said her mother. "Oh, Phronsie, we can't ever be thankful enough for that."
"And now maybe God will let Grandpapa and Polly come back pretty soon," said Phronsie slowly, going off toward her own little room. And presently Mrs. Fisher heard her say, "Good-night, Mamsie dear, I'm in bed."
A rap at the door, and Jane put in her head, in response to Mrs.
Fisher's "What is it?"
"Oh, is Dr. Fisher here?" asked Jane in a frightened way.
[Illustration: "AND PLEASE MAKE DEAR PAPA GIVE HER THE RIGHT THINGS.">[
"No; he is downstairs in the library," said Mother Fisher. "What is the matter, Jane? Who wants him?"
"Oh, something dreadful is the matter with Helen Fargo, I'm afraid, ma'am," said Jane. "Griggs has just run over to say that the doctor must come quick."
"Hush!" said Mrs. Fisher, pointing to Phronsie's wide-open door; but she was standing beside them in her little nightdress, and heard the next words plainly enough.
"Run down stairs, Jane," commanded Mother Fisher, "and tell the doctor what Griggs said; just as fast as you can, Jane."