high up in the tree, with his arms clasped tightly about the trunk and his eyes closed.
"Oh, Walter!" cried Helen, in dismay, "you're dizzy, I know you are, and you'll fall and get killed. I knew how it would be when you went up there."
Walter did not open his eyes; but he called down in a very sober voice: "Helen, if that's what you've been thinking, and what you're thinking now, you'd just better begin to think the other way as quick as ever you can. Can't you see that it's you, more than anything else, that's making me feel this way? I have hardly a bit of trouble—when I'm out with the boys. I'm trying to work in Science so that my head will be clear again, and you might just as well take that pole and try to poke me off of this branch as to stand there thinking that sort of thing. You know how to work in Science; why don't you try to help me to feel all right, instead of helping me to tumble?"
Helen bravely choked back her sobs. "Oh, Walter, I didn't think!" she exclaimed penitently. "Of course I'll help you. God is tak-
