Shirley suddenly jumped to her feet.
“Where is the girl we pulled from under the car?” she asked Mabel.
Mabel also sprung up.
“I had forgotten all about her,” she exclaimed.
They walked to where the little one lay, still moaning with pain. Shirley picked her up gently, and bade Mabel bring some water. This the latter did, and the two girls at length succeeded in soothing the child, until she lay still in Shirley’s arms.
Suddenly there was a fluttering of skirts, a glad cry in a woman’s voice and the tot was snatched from Shirley’s arms.
“Agnes, Agnes!” said the voice.
Shirley arose and faced the woman who had taken the child from her.
“I am Mrs. Johnson,” the woman said, “and this is my daughter Agnes. The men told me you saved her from the flames. I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Never mind the thanks,” said Shirley. “We simply pulled her away. That is all.”