"O Lanse!" she cried, and ran to him.
"Well, what is it? Celia got a headache and left you in charge? Everything's burnt up--I can tell you that----"
"Celia is--she's broken her knee!"
"What?"
"She fell down the cellar stairs and----"
"Where is she?" Lunch-pail and hat went down on the floor as Lanse got rid of them and seized Charlotte's arm.
"Up in her room. Doctor Churchill's there. He's sent for Doctor Forester."
"Churchill--Forester," repeated Lanse, as if dazed. "Poor old girl--is she much hurt?"
"She's broken her knee, I tell you," Charlotte repeated. "Of course she's much hurt. She's suffering dreadfully. She hit her head, too. She was unconscious at first. I was all alone with her."
Lanse started for the door, then hesitated. "Shall I go up?"