"
"Yes, I saw that. I thought she would be terribly hurt. Oh, to think
it had to be I and Prince who did it!"
"It was not at all your fault. If anyone is to blame it is those
autoists for going so fast, and passing you so closely. There was no
excuse for that. The road was plenty wide enough and they scarcely
stopped a moment after you went down, but hurried right on. They
should be arrested!"
"Oh, but poor Dodo! poor Dodo!" murmured Grace. "Is she much hurt?"
"The doctor is not sure. He is afraid of internal injuries, and there
seems to be something the matter with one of her legs. But we are
hoping for the best. Here, take some more of this; the doctor left it
for you."
Grace was feeling easier now. Gradually it all came back to her; how
she had raced to get home before the storm broke-- the pursuing auto,
the injured horse and then the heavy fall. She had no recollection of
the passing farmer carrying her into the house.
The doctor came into the room.
"Well, how are we coming on?" he asked, cheerfully. "Ah, we have
roused up I see," he went on, as he noted Grace sitting up. "I guess
it is nothing serious after all.
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