Dr. Ellis swept a pile of catalogues from the office-sofa.
"Lay her down there, Minturn. Eugene, get some water."
The color was coming back faintly to Sarah's cheeks when Miss Ellingwood walked in. Then it vanished once more, and she lay limp and deadly white.
"Telephone for Dr. Brownlee," commanded Dr. Ellis. "Ah, there, she's opening her eyes. Look here, Sarah!"
Sarah smiled faintly.
SHE SEEMS TO HAVE FAINTED
"I feel so—so—queer," she whispered. "I would like to go in my bed."
"You shall," Dr. Ellis assured her. "Eugene, do you think you can carry her upstairs?"