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“The little teacher in the Primary Department who boards with the Wayes? Yes, I’ve met her once or twice. Is she ill?”

“Yes, seriously. It’s typhoid, and she has been going about longer than she should. I don’t know what is to be done with her. It seems she is like yourself in one respect, Miss Campbell; she is utterly alone in the world. Mrs. Waye is crippled with rheumatism and can’t nurse her, and I fear it will be impossible to get a nurse in Blythefield. She ought to be taken from the Wayes’. The house is overrun with children, is right next door to that noisy factory, and in other respects is a poor place for a sick girl.”

“It is too bad, I am very sorry,” said Margaret sympathetically.

Dr. Forbes shot a keen look at her from his deep-set eyes. “Are you willing to show your sympathy in a practical form, Miss Campbell?” he said bluntly. “You told me the other day you meant to begin work for others next year. Why not begin now? Here’s a splendid chance to befriend a friendless girl. Will you take Freda Martin into your home during her illness?”

“Oh, I couldn’t,” cried Margaret blankly. “Why, I’m going away next week. I’m going with Mrs. Boyd to Vancouver, and my house will be shut up.”

“Oh, I did not know. That settles it, I suppose,” said the doctor with a sigh of regret. “Well, I must see what else I can do for poor Freda. If I had a home of my own, the problem would be easily solved, but as I’m only a boarder myself, I’m helpless in that respect. I’m very much afraid she will have a hard time to pull through, but I’ll do the best I can for her. Well, I must run in here and have a look at Tommy Griggs’ eyes. Good morning, Miss Campbell.”

Margaret responded rather absently and walked on with her eyes fixed on the road. Somehow all the joy had gone out of the day for her, and out of her prospective trip. She stopped on the little bridge and gazed unseeingly at the ice-bound creek. Did Dr. Forbes really think she ought to give up her trip in order to take Freda Martin into her home and probably nurse her as well, since skilled nursing of any kind was almost unobtainable in Blythefield? No, of course, Dr. Forbes did not mean anything of the sort. He had not known she intended to go away. Margaret tried to put the thought out of her mind, but it came insistently back.

She knew–none better–what it was to be alone and friendless. Once she had been ill, too, and left to the ministration of careless servants. Margaret shuddered whenever she thought of that time. She was very, very sorry for Freda Martin, but she certainly couldn’t give up her plans for her.

“Why, I’d never have the chance to go with Mrs. Boyd again,” she argued with her troublesome inward promptings.

Altogether, Margaret’s walk was spoiled. But when she went to bed that night, she was firmly resolved to dismiss all thought of Freda Martin. In the middle of the night she woke up. It was calm and moonlight and frosty. The world was very still, and Margaret’s heart and conscience spoke to her out of that silence, where all worldly motives were hushed and shamed. She listened, and knew that in the morning she must send for Dr. Forbes and tell him to bring his patient to Fir Cottage.

The evening of the next day found Freda in Margaret’s spare room and Margaret herself installed as nurse, for as Dr. Forbes had feared, he had found it impossible to obtain anyone else. Margaret had a natural gift for nursing, and she had had a good deal of experience in sick rooms. She was skilful, gentle and composed, and Dr. Forbes nodded his head with satisfaction as he watched her.