But to her disgust, she began to tremble uncontrollably. She shook from head to foot and her lips were blue.
"I was afraid!" she whispered. "So afraid—" and then she could have bitten her tongue.
Sarah and Shirley were dismayed—never had they seen Rosemary like this. They crept close to her and she leaned her head against Sarah, closing her eyes. All the horror of the dizzy climb and descent pressed in upon her, tenfold stronger.
Warren's quick eyes went from face to face. All three were white and strained. Plainly something had happened. Sarah and Shirley had torn their dresses and there were great dust and oil stains on Rosemary's white skirt.
Warren wheeled and looked back. The windmill door swung slowly in the breeze.
"Rosemary!" he spoke so sharply that she jumped. "Rosemary, have you been in the windmill? Have you been hurt?"
CHAPTER XXVI
SOMETHING TO REMEMBER
Warren stood a moment in indecision. Rosemary's pallor frightened him and she was evidently concealing something. Sarah and Shirley glanced at him hostilely as though, he thought resentfully, he was in some way to blame.