the few minutes we had go by without making sure! So I ran round
to the side, and got in that window, and unlocked that door;
Hannah must have locked it. I ran upstairs--she was just waking
up. She was sitting up in her crib, rubbing her eyes, and a little
bit scared and puzzled--smoke was in there, then--but she held out
her little arms to me--I was in time, thank God--I thought we'd
never get here--but we were in time!"

And again overcome by the memory of that moment, he brushed his
brimming eyes against Priscilla's bright little head, and his
voice failed.

"But Baby couldn't have burned--Baby couldn't have burned, could
she, Mother?" Anne asked, bursting suddenly into bitter crying.
Her anxious look had been going from one face to another, and now
she was half frantic with fright.

Nancy sat down on a box, and lifted her elder daughter into her
lap.

"No, my precious, Daddy was in time," she said, in her old firm
motherly voice, with her comforting arms about the small and
tearful girl. "Daddy and Mother were both rushing home as fast as
they could come, that's what mothers and fathers are for. And now
we're all safe and sound together, and you mustn't cry any more!"

"But our house is burned down!" said Junior dolefully. "And you're
crying, Mother!" he added accusingly.

Nancy smiled as she dried her eyes, and dried Anne's, and the