"Ah, I forgot! It's because poor Amy Vavasour's child, that little boy we saw when we were last here, is dying of some fever. They say it's infectious, but you will not mind that, will you? I am not a bit afraid, and I do so want to comfort Amy."
Mr. Hall looked very grave.
"Oh, don't consider about it," she said, "you can stay, too, you know; there is no reason why you should go home before Saturday."
"It is not that," he replied, "but this fever is infectious, Anne, and you will be running a great risk."
"Do not think about it, Tom. I shall fret myself into a worse fever at home, and besides, think of poor Amy. I do not believe you can be so hard-hearted as to refuse me."
So in the end, much against his wish, Mr. Hall yielded, and while he went to propose the plan to Mrs. Linchmore Anne went off on her mission of mercy, and was repaid by the sad smile, and almost glad light in Amy's eyes as she greeted her.
Anne was shocked at the change in the boy; shocked too, with the mother's wan, haggard look.
"My Mistress hasn't been in bed for these two nights past, Miss," said Nurse, interpreting Anne's thoughts.
Not for two nights? It was absolutely necessary she should have some repose; so Anne set herself to work to accomplish it.
"Why not lie down, Amy, while your boy is asleep?"