"Can't you wait till to-morrow, Atom?"
"Why, you'll have to," put in Molly. "If it's Stewart you want, he'll be in bed."
"I must go now, Denis; please take me now."
"We can wrap her up," said soft-hearted Denis.
The arms round his neck gave a little spasmodic squeeze.
"Thank y-you," said the Atom.
Laughing, he wrapped her in a great coat of his and a blanket, and carried her down the steps and in next door.
Mrs. Barclay was a good deal surprised to see them. Denis put the Atom down, and she stood shivering, her small white face peering with a queer intensity from out the blanket.
"Stewart, my dear? Well, I am afraid he is in bed—"
"Please may I go up to him?"