Chapter XIIIThe night before Martha Robertson was to take the train to visit her old friend Marget Macdonald, she fell down stairs and broke her leg!
Out of the bewilderment and pain of her first oblivion, Martha roused with stern Scotch promptness to attend to her duty, and early next morning sent for her niece Hesba Hamilton.
“How’d you like to take my place, Hesby?” she gasped from among the pillows, her thin lined face anxious with her responsibility. She had promised Marget’s son to stay with her till he returned.
“It’ud be a nice vacation for you, Hesby,” she added anxiously as Hesba hesitated.
“Yes, but you know, Aunt,” said Hesba turning her round serious eyes toward the sufferer, “I’m right in the midst of my course of study in the training school, and it might put me back a w
