turned and fled up the steep toward the head of the fall. Every moment, she knew, was precious. Frale met her halfway down and took her hand, leading her as he had been used to do when she was his “little sister,” and listened to her plans docilely enough.

“I mean you to go down to Farington, to Bishop Towahs’. He will give you work.” She had not mentioned Thryng.

Frale laughed.

“Don’t, Frale. How can you laugh?”

“I ra’ly hain’t laughin’, Cass. Seems like you fo’get how can I get down the mountain; but I reckon I’ll try — if you say so.”

Then she explained how the doctor had sent for him to come up there quickly, and how he would help him.