"You had better hurry for the doctor," said Betty, and Mollie hastened
out to her car.
"I'll come with you," volunteered Grace, and Mollie was grateful.
"Suppose we take her into the bedroom," suggested the woman. "It's
cooler there. We can manage her. I'm real strong."
With her help it was no great task to get the girl on the bed. Her
garments were loosened so that she might be more comfortable, and more
camphor was used, but it seemed to have no effect.
"Suppose we go out and let her be by herself; we can't do anything
more," suggested the woman. "Besides, she needs all the air she can get.
That's always best for fainting folks. She may come to by herself, I'll
open the window and shutters," and she proceeded to do so. Then coming
out, and closing the door, they left the strange girl alone, Betty and
Amy taking turns telling how the affair had happened.
"Land's sakes! Fell out of a tree!" exclaimed the woman. "What in the
world do you s'pose she was doin' up in it?"
"We haven't the least idea," answered Betty.
"And who is this man she says she won't go back to?"
"We have even less idea--she has repeated that several times," spoke
Amy. "Oh, I do hope they find the doctor!"
"Dr. Brown is real good," was the woman's opinion. "He cured my
rheumatism, and Hetty Blake--she lives over on the Melford road--she had
jaundice something terrible--she was as yellow as saffron tea, and he
brought her around when old Dr.
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