“They’re Jack Borden’s little sisters—twins. And thats the nuss gal,” said one of the big boys.
“Do you know where they live?” 62
“Round in Arch street.”
“Could you take them there?”
“Well—yes’m.”
“Then take them,” rejoined the lady.
The carriage being moved she sat down on the step and took the girl in her arms.
“She isn’t dead—I see the flutter in the temple.”
“Better go to the hospital,” proposed the policeman.
Marilla opened her eyes and glanced up but did not seem to notice anything; then the lids fell and the beautiful long lashes shadowed her cheeks.