Everybody being thus assured that very little ailed Eustace, their attention was turned to Eliza, who still lay still and white on the little couch arranged for her in the boat by the fishermen.
"Give me the frock," said the Vicar, and he put aside the rough guernsey that covered her, and carefully wrapped her in it.
"Let me carry her, master," said one of the men, when he had finished mooring the boat.
But the Vicar shook his head. "Thank you all the same, but if she should waken, she will know me, and the sight of a stranger, as she is now, may frighten and hurt her."
And the Vicar took Eliza in his arms, and carried her as if she was a baby, while Mrs. Parsons and Nurse went on to give hungry little Eustace his breakfast and to hear his story, while the Vicar followed, and was soon joined by the doctor.
They did not, have far to carry their burden. The landlady had already prepared a warm bed, and Eliza was soon undressed, wrapped in a blanket, and covered up. Then the doctor gave her a restorative, which, in a few minutes, revived her, and she looked round in astonishment, as Mrs. Parsons bent tenderly over her.
"I am very sorry," began Eliza, in a faint voice.
But the lady held up her finger. "You must not talk or feel sorry, for we are all very glad to have you back safe. Now, you are to rest, and do exactly as the doctor and Nurse tell you. Are you quite comfortable?" asked the lady.
Just then Winny's voice was heard calling, "Lila! Lila!" and the girl's face grew bright as she heard it.
"Oh, please let me see Miss Winny," she said.