I should think we ought to do something about a doctor, too, if it’s really a matter of life and death.”

“Well, yes, mebbe,” said Phoebe. “I expect your mother would say so ef she was here.”

“I’ll see,” said Paige, as he hurried out and over to the pretty little stone house his mother had pointed out as being the abode of the new minister.

It was June herself who opened the door, looking like a little girl, in a simple blue gingham dress and a white apron, with the sunshine on her bright hair.

“I am Paige Madison,” he said courteously, “and I’m bringing a message for Miss June Culbertson.”

The girl’s face lighted.

“Come in,” she said in a friendly voice, “I’m June Culbertson.”

“Oh,” said the young man, “I wondered if you might not be. You see, I’m just home, and I haven’t learned the changes that have come yet. But I guess perhaps there won’t be time for me to come in. The message seemed to be imperative. It came on our telephone. The woman said they reported your phone out of order, and she asked us to let you know. It was from a Mrs. Shambley, and she said Nannie was dying, and calling for you. She wanted you to hurry!”

“Oh!” said the girl with a flutter of her hand to her throat. “Poor little Nannie! But—I’m not sure I can get there! Dad has the car. He and Mother went to a funeral. And I guess your father and mother have gone to the same place. I wonder if I can get hold of a taxi in a hurry?”

“What’s the matter with my taxiing you?” offered Paige pleasantly. “Of course, our old car isn’t much to look at, but it still runs on four wheels and does make fairly good time at that, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh would you take me? Thank you so much. It’s rather a long walk if there is need of hurry.”

“I’ll be delighted,” said Paige. “And by the way, the woman said they had no doctor. She said the bill wasn’t paid and her husband wouldn’t let her get the doctor again. Do you happen to know who their doctor is?”

“Oh, why yes,” said June. “It’s Dr. Sherburn. I’ll call him. He may not be at home, but they’d know where to contact him. And I’ll be ready in three minutes.”

“All right, I’ll get the car.” And Paige hurried home. He was back just as June came out the door and hurried down the walk.

As if they were old friends going on an errand of mutual interest they settled into conversation.

“I left a note for Mother,” she said, as he helped her into the car, “so they won’t worry.”

“That’s good!” said Paige. “And what about a doctor?”

“Oh, yes. They said he was up at a clinic in the hospital, and I got him and told him. He said he’d get some other doctor to take over and he would be out there almost as soon as he could get out of his uniform.”

“So, he’s that kind of a doctor is he? Ready to go to a poor family, even though they haven’t paid their bill. He must be a pretty good man to tie up to.”

“He is,” said June. “I haven’t been here so long myself, but from what I’ve seen of him, he seems to be grand.