"I hope nobody was much hurt," said Ann; "what was the accident, father?"
"A girl fell off the round-about—I daresay you know there is one in the Recreation Ground. Well, it appears it was going at full speed when this poor girl, who was riding on one of the hobby-horses, somehow managed to fall off. She was picked up insensible. Her home, it seems, is near the Recreation Ground, and, under Dr. Elizabeth's instructions, she has been taken there; she is one of Dr. Elizabeth's patients."
"You did not hear the poor girl's name, father, did you?" asked Ann eagerly.
"No, I did not," the doctor responded.
"Did you see her?" inquired Violet, glancing from Ann to Mrs. Reed whose interest had quickened on hearing that the injured girl was Dr. Elizabeth's patient.
"Yes, and helped to put her on the ambulance on which she was conveyed to her home. There's injury to the head, I fear. She's in good hands with Dr. Elizabeth. It's a sad case, though, for someone—a bystander—told me that she is the only child of a widowed mother who lost her other daughter only a month ago."
"Oh!" cried Ann distressfully, "Oh, I'm afraid it's Lottie Medland!"
"It really seems likely," said Mrs. Reed, in tones of deep concern. "Lottie is the sister of that poor deformed girl in whom we were all so much interested," she proceeded, as her husband looked at her inquiringly, "I don't think you ever saw Lottie, but you have heard of her. Don't you remember."
"Oh, yes," answered Dr. Reed, "I remember. Lottie is the girl who bets."
"Was the poor girl who met with the accident in mourning?" questioned Mrs. Reed.