take her place at the bedside, and Morton and the doctor went away, the
doctor to step once more into the lady's room below to see if she was
feeling quite herself again after her faint.

The nurse leaned over the boy with a glass and spoon. He looked at it
curiously, unknowingly. It was a situation entirely outside his experience.

"Why don't you take your medicine?" asked the nurse.

The boy looked at the spoon again as it approached his lips and opened them
to speak.

"Is--"

In went the medicine and the boy nearly choked, but he understood and
smiled.

"A hospital?" he finished.

The nurse laughed.

"No, it's only a house. They brought you in, you know, when you were hurt
out on the steps. You saved the little girl's life. Didn't you know it?"
she said kindly, her heart won by his smile.

A beautiful look rewarded her.

"Is de little kid--in this house?" he asked slowly, wonderingly. It was as
if he had asked if he were in heaven, there was so much awe in his tone.