There was a weak movement as if to obey; then the little figure was a limp burden.
Overwhelmed with dread, Blue staggered into Granny’s room with his unconscious load.
“He’s dead! he’s dead!” he choked.
Scores of emergencies had made Granny mistress of many, and in a moment Blue had the inexpressible joy of seeing Doodles open his eyes with a fluttering little smile.
“Th’ h’at made ye a bit faint, darlin’,” Granny explained. “Ye’ll be betther down here. Lie sthill an’ go to shlape, if ye like.”
He shut his eyes, but soon opened them again.
“It’s beginning to be cooler,” he said cheerfully.
Granny turned from the window where she had been scanning the sky.
“We’ll be gitt’n’ a shower befure long,” she exulted. “Seems like I never did see such a hot day!” She wiped her face with the under side of her apron.
“My, how black it is in the north!” cried Blue.