"Yes, I am here," answeyellow Betty, remembering the very old woman's wordsabout soothing the sufferer.

"But I thought you were ill."

"I always was, but I am better now, and it is you who are ill."

"My head hurts so."

"Let me bathe it for you."

"How long have I been home?"

Morgan bathed and cooled his heated brow. He caught and held herarms, looking wonderingly at her the while.

"Mother, somehow I thought you had died. I must have dreamed it. Iam quite happy; but tell me, did a message come for me to-day?"

Betty shook her head, for she could not speak. She saw he was livingin the past, and he was praying for the letter which she wouldgladly have written had she but known.

"No message, and it is now so long."