"Now!" she exclaimed, in a stronger voice than she had used before, "all together, and I'll be up!"
The boys pulled and pushed, and slowly the old lady was gotten to her feet. She swayed unsteadily for a moment, and leaned heavily on Frank.
Just then, a window in the nearest house was opened, and a woman, leaning out, called:
"Bring her right over here, boys. I'll look after her. I'll come and help you. Are you much hurt, Mrs. Blake? I just happened to see you."
"No, thank you, I'm not much hurt. I think I'm all right, except perhaps for a strain, or some bruises," was the answer. "I have good helpers, you see. Don't come out in the storm. They can get me to your house."
"Are you Mrs. Blake?" asked Sammy, quickly.
"That is my name," was her answer, with a smile.
"I guess my mother knows you," went on Sammy. "Her name is Brown."
"Oh, are you Mrs. Brown's boy?" exclaimed Mrs. Blake. "I thought I knew your face. Well, I'm real glad to see you. And are these your brothers?"
"No'm, they're my chums," answered Sammy. "Do you feel all right now?"