heavy breathing of the sick soldier, and watch the long, dark lashes on the sunken, tanned cheeks. [145] CHAPTER VII For three weeks the two women nursed Lyman Gage, with now and then the help of Molly Poke in the kitchen. There were days when they came and went silently, looking at each other with stricken glances and at the sick man with pity; and Mary Amber went and looked at the letter lying on the bureau, and wondered whether she ought to telegraph that man who had sent the soldier the money that day. Another letter arrived, and then a telegram, all from Chicago. Then Mary Amber and Miss Marilla talked it over, and decided to make some reply. For By that time the doctor had said that Lyman Gage would pull through; and he had opened his eyes once or twice and smiled weakly upon them. Mary Amber went to the telegraph-office, and[146] sent a message to the person in Chicago whose name was written at the left-hand corner of the envelopes, the same that had been signed to that first telegram. [146] CONTENTS “Lyman Gage very ill at my home, pneumonia, not able to read letters or telegram. Slight improvement to-day. “(Signed) “(Signed) “Marilla Chadwick.” Marilla Chadwick. Within three hours an answer arrived. CONTENTS “Much distressed at news of Gage’s illness. Cannot come on account of fractured bone, automobile accident. Please keep me informed, and let me know if there is anything I can do. “(Signed) “(Signed)
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