"Morton, what do you think? How could—"
But Morton was bending above Viola and did not heed his sister. The girl's eyes were opening as from natural slumber, and he said, gently: "I hope you are not in pain? We will release you in a moment."
"THE GIRL'S EYES WERE OPENING AS FROM NATURAL SLUMBER"[ToList]
She smiled faintly as she recognized him. "My arms are numb, and my feet feel as if strips of wood were nailed to my soles," she answered, wearily, "and my head is aching dreadfully; but that will soon pass."
"She always complains of her feet," the mother explained. "She can't walk for quite a little while afterwards."
"You poor thing!" exclaimed Kate. "You are a martyr—that's what you are."
Viola looked up with sweet and anxious glance. "Did anything happen? Did your friends come to you, Mrs. Rice?"
"No, but several voices spoke to Morton."