Margaret Moffatt leaned forward in her chair. Priscilla saw that her
large brown eyes were tear-filled; the strong, white, outstretched
hands trembling. A wave of sympathy, understanding, and great liking
overwhelmed Priscilla, and she rose suddenly and stood beside the girl.

"I--think I was meant--to help you," she said so simply that she could
not be misunderstood. "When do we--go?"

"Go? Oh! you mean on the hunt for myself?"

"Yes."

"Father has the refusal of staterooms on two steamers. Could you start
in--a week? Or shall we say three weeks?"

"It will not take me a day to get ready. My uniforms----"

"Please, Miss Glynn, leave them behind. I'm sure you're just a nice girl
besides being a splendid nurse. I want the nice girl with me."

"Very well. That may take two days longer."

"We'll sail, then, in a week. And will you--will you--will you accept
something in advance, since time is so short?"

"Something----?"

"Yes. Your--your salary, you know."

"Oh, you mean money? I had forgot. I shall be glad to have some. I am