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 chance. I'll smoke his throat out again once or twice before morning, just to kill all the germs, but you'll see he'll be all right now.’

“Jims went right to sleep—real sleep, not coma, as I feared at first. Mary ‘smoked him,’ as she called it, twice through the night, and at daylight his throat was perfectly clear and his temperature was almost normal. When I made sure of that I turned and looked at Mary Vance. She was sitting on the lounge laying down the law to Susan on some subject about which Susan must have known forty times as much as she did. But I didn't mind how much law she laid down or how much she bragged. She had a right to brag—she had dared to do what I would never have dared and had saved Jims from a horrible death. It didn’t matter any more that she had once chased me through the Glen with a codfish—it didn’t matter that she had smeared goose-grease all over my dream of romance the night of the lighthouse dance—it didn’t matter that she thought she knew more than anybody else and always rubbed it in—I would never dislike Mary Vance again. I went over to her and kissed her.

“‘What's up now?’ she said.

“‘Nothing—only I'm so grateful to you, Mary.’

“‘Well, I think you ought to be, that’s a fact. You two would have let that baby die on your hands if I hadn’t happened along,’ said Mary, just beaming with complacency. She got Susan and me a tip-top breakfast and made us eat it, and ‘bossed the life out of us,’ as Susan says, for two days, until the roads were opened so that she could get home. Jims was almost well by that time and father turned up. He heard our tale without saying much. Father is rather scornful