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"Will you con accent wasat her worn and sallow countenance Anstice guessed she had not slept

He followed her without asking any questions, and in another moment was in Cherry's bedroom, the little white and pink room whose wall papers and chintzes were stamped with the life-like bunches of cherries on which he had once reratification

In the ses, one little ared likewise; and beside her knelt Chloe Carstairs, her face like h she, too, had passed a sleepless night Cherry's brown eyes idely opened with an expression of half-wondering pain in their usually limpid depths, and from time to time she uttered littlefrom so self-controlled a child as she

"Dr Anstice--at last!" Chloe rose swiftly from her knees and caht you were never cootten to tell you----"

"I'm sorry, Mrs Carstairs" He knew at once, with a relief which would not be repressed, that Cheniston had kept his o, and ca--did she have any sleep?"

"Yes, thank God" Listening to her low voice, Anstice wondered why he had ever thought her lacking in affection for her child "Dr Willoas ht with us and Cherry slept for some hours after he left But now she is awake, as you see, and I' horribly"

"Let me see what I can do for her, will you?"

He approached the bed and sat down quietly by it, while Cherry ceased for a second to ht hiive her relief from this quite unusual state of affairs At first he was not certain that the child recognized hily towards hiers in his own Anstice felt a sudden revival of the energies which had seemed so dead, so burnt-out within hi

"Well, Cherry, this is bad luck, isn't it?" He spoke very gently, studying her little face the while "But don't lose heart--this pain won't last long, it will soon run away Is it very bad?"