"Do go for a doctor, please," Grace cried to her chums. "I am afraid this woman is badly hurt."
"Here's Dr. Gale now," exclaimed Anne as the old doctor came hurrying across the street.
"Hello, what's the matter here?" he called. "It's a good thing I happened to be driving by."
"Oh, Dr. Gale, do look at this poor woman. She must have struck her head, for she lies as though she were dead."
Kneeling beside the stranger, the doctor busied himself with her, and after a little time the woman opened her eyes and gazed vaguely about, then again relapsed into unconsciousness.
"Whom does she resemble?" thought Grace. "Her face has a familiar look, though I am sure I have never before seen her."
"Stand back and give her air," ordered the doctor, and the circling crowd fell back a little.
"Grace, look out for her while I order the ambulance and see to this man."
The doctor bustled over to the injured chauffeur, and began his examination.
"Broken arm," he said briefly. "Send them both to the hospital."