“Julie?” came like a shot through the ’phone.
“She is about the same.”
Floyd heard the quick gasp of relief; wonderful how a wire can bear witness.
“She has intermittent attacks of fever, calls for her grandfather, her mother; she called your name once.”
“Mine?”
“It means nothing, of course, but the doctor thinks if she sees someone outside the family—”
In a short time, Martin was there. Floyd went down to meet him; neither spoke. Floyd led the way upstairs. They stopped at the door of the sick room, and heard the cry of the delirious woman.
“Martin! I want Martin!”
With a bound Martin flung himself on his knees beside the bed.
“Julie! Julie!”