He took it and kissed it gently.
"Just a little," returned George soothingly, "Don't waste strength by talking, dear."
She looked at the elders standing by, regarding the scene with sympathy; then her gaze wandered to Betty.
"Dear Betty, always with us in trouble," she murmured.
Her brow contracted, and she tried to think.
Then she looked around with a bright smile.
"Ah! I remember now—the shock of Harold's accident upset me awfully, did it not? No wonder! But the dear boy is safe now."
She closed her eyes in weakness.
"Try to sleep dear," Walter said.
In silence they watched her sink into a quiet, restful slumber.