both of them.

If they loved her, they would stay with her. They wouldn't go away and
leave her to be afraid--alone and crying in the dark, with all of those
dead voices.

* * * * * *

Emily tapped at the door. Came in. "My dear, my dear--. Oh, my poor
little Jean."

* * * * * *

After a long time her father was there, and he was giving her a white
tablet and a drink of water.

"It will quiet her nerves, Emily. I didn't dream that she would take
it like this."




CHAPTER XIV

SHINING SOULS

The next morning Jean was ill. Derry, having the news conveyed to him
over the telephone, rushed in to demand tragically of Dr. McKenzie,
"Was it my fault?"