know where she was. She seemed to be lying on the floor and, moving her head slightly, she thought that there was a pillow under it. She could not remember. The Mother Superior was kneeling by her side, holding smelling salts to her nose, and Sister St. Joseph stood looking at her. Then it came back. Cholera! She saw the consternation on the nuns’ faces. Sister St. Joseph looked huge and her outline was blurred. Once more terror overwhelmed her.
“Oh, Mother, Mother,” she sobbed. “Am I going to die? I don’t want to die.”
“Of course you’re not going to die,” said the Mother Superior.
She was quite composed and there was even amusement in her eyes.
“But it’s cholera. Where’s Walter? Has he been sent for? Oh, Mother, Mother.”
She burst into a flood of tears. The Mother Superior gave her hand and Kitty seized it as though it were a hold upon the life she feared to lose.
“Come, come, my dear child, you mustn’t be so silly. It’s not cholera or anything of the kind.”
“Where’s Walter?”
“Your husband is much too busy to be troubled. In five minutes you’ll be perfectly well.”
Kitty looked at her with staring, harassed eyes. Why did she take it so calmly? It was cruel.
“Keep perfectly quiet for a minute,” said the Mother Superior. “There is nothing to alarm yourself about.”
Kitty felt her heart beat madly. She had grown
