Away she danced, trying to hide her uneasiness; but at the door she stopped and exclaimed,—
"I can't think what ails my head, I'm so dizzy."
She staggered and would have fallen, but I caught her; she was deadly pale. I gave her some water, and she soon grew better.
"Are you ill?" I asked.
"No, I guess not; but lately my head feels so queer every morning. Yesterday, when I went to get out of bed, I fell flat on the floor like a great awkward lobster."
She laughed, but I was very uneasy about her, though she declared she was well again, and hurried away to her duties; for, wild as she was, Lottie was an orderly little thing, and always punctual.
I sat and thought over what she had told me, with some anxiety; but that did no good, so I went down-stairs.