“No, you can’t go into the woods; there are red snails there and beetles and—­”

But Rikli did not wait to hear more; she was reminded of the frog, and turned back to tell her story, when she saw Fred coming in with his book under his arm.  He seated himself by his aunt and opened the book.

“How nice it is to find you, aunty,” he began, “Mamma couldn’t wait to hear the end of this description; and it was a pity, for I had found such a perfect specimen.  But I’ll find another to-morrow to show you.”

“No! no!” cried Rikli.  “Say ‘no,’ aunty; it will jump right into your face, and it has yellow eyes like a dragon’s.”

Fred had doubled up his fist as if he had something in it, and now he suddenly opened it into his sister’s face.  She sprang back with a cry, and away through the door.

“Now we can have a little peace,” said Fred, well pleased at the success of his trick; and he began to read.

“’The green or water-frog, esculenta’—­”

At this moment the house-door was opened, and they heard footsteps and voices in the passage-way.

“Come,” said his aunt, “let us look out at the little sick girl who is going away; then we will come back to the frog.”

They went to the window and looked out.  A sad expression came into the good aunt’s face as she saw the little girl lifted into the carriage.

“How sick and pale she looks, poor little thing! or, rather, poor sorrowful mother!” she said, as her eyes fell on the face of the lady who was at this moment pressing Mrs. Stein’s hand, while tears were running, unheeded, down her cheeks.

The carriage rolled away.  Fred returned to his book; but he had no chance to go on with the description of the frog, for his mother, greatly excited over the sight of the suffering child and the anxious mother, came to talk it over with her sister, with whom she consulted about everything that took place in the family, so that the household would have been as much at a loss without “aunty” as without father or mother.  Fred saw that this was not his opportunity; so, exacting a promise from his aunt that she would give him a chance with his frog just before bed-time, he took himself off.

Then Mrs. Stein told her sister all about her painful interview with Mrs. Stanhope.  The child, she said, was so pale and transparent-looking that she seemed already to belong more to heaven than to earth; but the mother would not believe it, and had eagerly explained, in a burst of tears, that it was only the fatigue of the journey which made Nora look so ill, and that she was sure that the mountain air would soon restore her darling to health.  Was she trying to deceive herself?