The Choir Invisible

"I am going to him at once."

Amy looked up in amazement.

"But, Aunt Jessica," she observed reproachfully; "who will get uncle's

dinner? You know I can't."

"Tell your uncle what has happened as soon as he comes."

She had risen and was making some rapid preparations.

"I want my dinner," said Amy ruefully, seating herself on the edge of the

bed and watching her aunt with disapproval.

"You can't go now!" she exclaimed. "Uncle has the horses in the field."

Mrs. Falconer turned to her with simple earnestness.

"I hoped you would lend me your horse?"

"But he is tired; and beside I want to use him this afternoon: Kitty and I

are going visiting."

"Tell your uncle when he comes in," said Mrs. Falconer, turning in the

doorway a minute later, and speaking rapidly to her niece, but without the

least reproach, "tell your uncle that his friend is badly hurt. Tell him

that we do not know how badly. Tell him that I have gone to find out and to

do anything for him that I can. Tell him to follow me at once. He will

find me at his bedside. I am sorry about the dinner."