"I am only too glad to be of service. Well, as long as there is no patient to be found here, I had better return to those waiting for me at my office."
"Go there in my car," proposed Mollie, quickly, "and then I will take the wheel again. I am feeling better now."
"Such a fine car as this ought to make anyone feel fine! It is a beauty!" and he seemed to caress the steering wheel. "I am getting a small runabout," he went on, "and that is how I happen to know how to drive. I learned some time ago."
They flashed past Mrs. Meckelburn's house, calling to her of their failure, and saying that they would be back soon. A little later, having left the physician at his home, they were again in the pleasant farm house, sipping tea which their hostess had thoughtfully made.
"Isn't it queer?" observed Betty.
"A strange enough happening," Amy commented.
"Quite a mystery," asserted Grace.
"And really she was a pretty girl," declared Mollie. "I wish I had her hair," and she sighed as Betty had done.
Grace strolled into the room where the girl had been, and half idly she looked about it, as though
