“Yes, in the ambulance.”
“Is—my nephew in there?”
“No; he went with him.”
Cynthia looked at the other woman with an expression of utter anguish and pleading.
“Look here,” said Fanny; “the hospital ain't very far from here. Suppose we go up there and ask how he is? We could call out your nephew.”
“Will you go with me?” asked Cynthia, with a heart-breaking gasp.
If Ellen could have seen her at that moment, she would have recognized her as the woman whom she had known in her childhood. She was an utter surprise to Fanny, but her sympathy leaped to meet her need like the steel to the magnet.
“Of course I will,” she said, heartily.
“I would,” said Andrew—“I would go with her, Fanny.”
“Of course I will,” said Fanny; “and you had better go home, I guess, Andrew, and see how I left the kitchen fire. I don't know but the dampers are all wide open.”