A pillow under the injured knee.
"I fear you will have to bear your share, my lass. The pain in my knee is nothing to having to leave you all to shift for yourselves. You must see Mr. Duncan, the landlord of the houses I collect rents for, the first thing to-morrow, and take him the rent-books. You'll find them all in my bag, and the money I've collected this week, too. I haven't got it all yet. Perhaps he'll do something for your mother while I'm laid by; I don't know. Oh, Betty, my girl, I must leave so much in your hands. Do all you can for your mother. Try your best to keep the home together."
"Father, I'll try so hard. I'll do everything I can. I'll——"
"Here's the ambulance, and there's a nurse and two men getting out," announces Bob from the window.
Mrs. Langdale's sobs rise into screams, but Betty scarcely hears her; just now she has eyes and ears for her father alone.
Skilful hands carry him to the ambulance, and this time no groan reaches Betty's straining ears, as she follows the party.
"Go to your mother! She needs you, and I am in good hands. God bless you, dear child! God be with you and help you!"