“Hurry,” that was the word. It came back to her now, quietly and significantly.

Nance wakened and sat up in bed.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I must hurry. Don’t stop me,” answered Molly.

Nance looked at her curiously.

“You’ve had a nightmare, Molly,” she said.

Molly glanced up vaguely as Nance switched on the light.

“Have I? I don’t know, but I must make haste, or I’ll be too late.”

“Too late for what?”

“I don’t know yet.”