“There wa’n’t,” insisted the child. “I jest felled down an’ got up, an’ they said it.”
“Said what?”
“‘T’ank lucky stars.’”
A sudden thought sent a quick flash of fear to Mrs. Durgin’s eyes.
“Maggie, they didn’t hurt ye,” she cried, dropping on her knees and running swift, anxious fingers over the thin little arms and legs and body. “They didn’t hurt ye!”
Maggie shook her head. At that moment a shadow darkened the doorway, and the kneeling woman glanced up hastily.
“Oh, it’s you, Mis’ Magoon,” she said to the small, tired-looking woman in the doorway.
“Yes, it’s me,” sighed the woman, dragging herself across the room to a chair. “What time did Nellie leave here?”
“Why, I dunno—mebbe four o’clock. Why?”