But remembering the parched sufferer, she half filled her pitcher quickly and hastened back.
Entering the house to look for a small cup, she saw salt meat and meal; there were no signs of want in the dwelling. With nimble movement she seated baby on the ground, and lifted a cup of water to the sufferer, who drank eagerly and then closed her eyes and leaned her head backward, seeming to give herself up to the sense of relief. Presently she opened her eyes, and, looking at Romola, said languidly,—
"Who are you?"
"I came over the sea," said Romola. "I only came this morning. Are all the people dead in these houses?"
"I think they are all ill now—all that are not dead. My father and my sister lie dead upstairs, and there is no one to bury them: and soon I shall die."
"Not so, I hope," said Romola. "I am come to take care of you. I am used to the pestilence; I am not afraid. But there must be some left who are not ill. I saw a youth running towards the mountain when I went to the well."
"I cannot tell. When the pestilence came, a great many people went away, and drove off the cows and goats. Give me more water!"
Romola, suspecting that if she followed the direction of the youth's flight, she should find some men and women who were still healthy and able, deter-
