Quickly Miss Bassett rolled her in a blanket and lifting this frailest of the Preps in her arms she carried her to the car. The engine was running. Mimi and Dit followed panting.
“We can take care of her, Miss Bassett. Let me drive her in. Mimi can help. You stay and see to the others.”
“Thank you, Dit. Will that be all right, Madge?”
“Sure. I’m not hurt. I’m just c-c-cold and wet.”
“Betsy can serve the beans,” Mimi called back as an after thought. Beans seemed as far away as Germany. She was pulling off Madge’s wet boots and rubbing her numb foot and leg.
“Thawing up?”
“Little bit.”
“I feel like a clumsy ox! Making you fa’ down and go boom!”
“I should have been watching.”
“I’d have died if anything had have happened to you,” Mimi shuddered.