She laughed bravely.
"Oh, no!" taking the proffered hands and trying to rise. Then she sank back, catching her breath hard.
"It's just my ankle—but it isn't hurt!" she declared fiercely.
"Let me try it again."
She stood on her feet. "I guess I'm all here," she laughed; yet even with the words her face grew white.
Mr. Randolph caught her, and she drooped limply against him.
He laid her down gently, and at once she opened her eyes.
Mrs. Albright was rubbing her hands. "You will be all right in a minute," she said cheerily.
"I am all right now," Miss Sterling maintained. "How stupid of me to faint! I won't have a sprained ankle—so there!"
The rest laughed, though a little uncertainly.
Polly, like a true doctor's daughter, was examining the injury.