“Lie down, Betsy. There, now let me look you over.”
Miss Bassett bent her arms, arched her knees.
“Nothing but a ‘goose egg’ on your head. Massage it with Mentholatum, Mimi. Better rest until supper.”
When Mimi leaned over Betsy to rub her forehead she felt a warm gush from her nose.
“Why, Mimi!” Dit exclaimed. “Your blouse—blood—it’s your nose.”
“Yes ma’am. It hurts!”
Mimi sank down on the bed by Betsy.
Miss Bassett was instantly alert. Light as her touch was, it hurt fearfully. The blood was dripping down her throat gagging her. Pains were shooting through her head. She could feel her nose swelling. What a sight she must look!
“Fracture,” Miss Bassett pronounced gravely. “Dit, go for Dr. Ansley. She left me a short time ago for the Infirmary. Don’t be frightened, Mimi. It isn’t serious. I don’t believe you’ll need splints but we’d better let Dr. Ansley take a look.”
“Will I have to go to the Infirmary? Please, please, let me stay here.”