"Oh, no! I will go for the doctor! You shouldn't have done this! You have made yourself worse! I will get you the medicine the doctor gave you, then I will run for him."
"You will go for the preacher," directed Cassie, wearily. "My time has come."
Katy looked wildly about her, but found no help either in the thick carpet or the heavy hangings. She was afraid to go, yet she did not dare to stay. Cassie sank a little deeper into her pillows, the shadows under her eyes seemed to darken, the covers moved with her throbbing heart.
"Go!" she commanded thickly.
Katy ran down the steps through the kitchen and out to the gate. The preacher lived nearer than the doctor; a single knock and his window was lifted.
"Cassie Hartman must see you!" cried Katy. "She is very low. Bring the doctor and come quickly."
Without staying to hear whether there were any questions to be answered, Katy flew back into the dark kitchen and up the narrow stairs. Cassie lay with her eyes closed, her hands folded across her breast.
"The front door should be opened, and there should be a light," she gasped.
"I cannot leave you!"
"Go!" said Cassie.