section and difficult to find. She trusted that Doctor Morrison would be at home.
He lived about two miles out of the town and a mile from the Watterby farm, and, as good luck would have it, he had come in from a hard case at dinner time, taken a nap, and was comfortably reading a magazine on his side porch when Betty wheeled into the yard. She knew him, having met him one day at the oil wells, and when she explained the need for him, he said that he would snatch a bit of supper and go immediately in his car.
"I know these two Saunders sisters," he said briefly. "They've lived alone for years, and now they're getting queer. It's a mercy they ever got through last winter without a case of pneumonia. Both of 'em down, you say? And impossible to get a nurse or a housekeeper for love or money."
"Oh, I'm going back," explained Betty quickly. "They need some one to wait on them. Uncle Dick will let me, I know, and I really know quite a lot about taking care of sick people, Doctor Morrison."
"But you can't stay there alone," objected the doctor. "Why, child, I wouldn't think of it. Some one will come along and carry you off."
"Bob will come and stay, too," declared Betty confidently. "There are horses and cows to take
