At sight of the latter she grew deathly pale, and leaned against the
door for support. She felt that all the world was growing black----
"Oh, please, please don't faint!" she heard Betty's young voice
calling to her desperately as it seemed from a long distance. "We've
depended upon you to help us."
With a great effort she fought off the dizziness and drew herself away
from Betty's supporting arm.
"It's all right," she said dazedly, "The shock, I guess. Betty what--
who-- is that----"
"Oh, please don't ask any questions now," Betty begged feverishly.
"Just help us, and we will tell you all about it later. This is
Professor Dempsey," she added, turning to the broken old man who stood
staring at them uncomprehendingly. "He can have Mollie's and my room,
can't he, Mrs. Irving? and we will bunk somewhere else."
Mrs. Irving nodded automatically, still too dazed by the suddenness of
the thing even to think, and they helped the old man into Betty's room
and laid him on the bed. The tired, ragged, unkempt old head had
hardly touched the pillow before its owner had sunk into a heavy
sleep.
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