"If she does not come to her senses in time to tell us where she lives you can bring her to my house," answered another lady.
"Or to mine," said a third.
"Or mine," added a fourth.
"Or mine," "or mine," chimed in others.
Everybody was emulous to succor this unhappy one.
As they neared the city Mary Grey condescended to heave a deep sigh, shudder and open her eyes.
Then a chorus of sympathizing voices saluted her. But she wept and moaned, and pretended to refuse to be comforted.
It was some time before the persevering efforts of a gentleman succeeded in persuading her to understand and answer his question as to where she lived.
"At the Star Hotel," she said, with a gasp and a sigh, as if her heart were broken.
The boat landed; and the "poor lady," as she was compassionately called, was tenderly lifted out by the gentlemen and carefully supported between two of them while she was led to the hotel, followed by the ladies.