Just
rest. I'll see if the doctor can come to you now."
"Why is he here-- in the house-- is some one else ill?" asked Grace,
quickly.
"Yes, my dear. Poor little Dodo was knocked down by the horse, and we
fear is badly hurt."
"Dodo?" and the voice of Grace fairly rang at the name.
"Yes, little Dora Billette. This is her aunt's house. She and her
brother Paul are visiting here."
"Yes, yes! I know. They live near me in Deepdale. Their sister Mollie
is one of my best friends. I am Grace Ford."
"Oh yes, I know you now. I thought I recognized your face. I have seen
you at Mollie's house. I am a distant relative. But rest yourself now,
and the doctor will come to you as soon as he can. He has to attend to
Dodo first, the little dear!"
"Oh! Dodo, Dodo!" cried Grace, much affected. "You poor little
darling, and to think that it was my fault! I must go to her. Mollie
will never forgive me!"
She tried to rise.
"Lie still," commanded the woman, but gently. "It was not your fault.
I saw it all. The twins persisted in running out in the storm. The
girl could not stop them. Dodo got away and ran directly for the
horse.
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