"Come along home, Martha," urged Sam gently.
CHAPTER XII
At first it seemed as if no one was to be any the worse for the morning's adventure.
As soon as she had attended to the children, had changed her own cold, drenched garments for dry, Martha hastened over to the big house.
Tyrrell, the butler, informed her that Mrs. Ronald was resting quietly enough now, but they had been uncommonly anxious about her at the start. The shock had unnerved her. When her husband carried her in, she was crying like a baby.
"Well, you know where to find me, if, when she wakes, she seems the least bit ailin'. All you have to do is ring me up, an' I'll be over in the shake of a lamb's tail."
But when the day passed, and there was no summons, when supper was over and the children, including Cora and Ma, in bed, Martha could stand it no longer.
"I just got to go over, an' see for myself how the land lays," she explained to Sam. "I know it's silly, but I just got to."
"All right. Come along," said Sam.
Martha shook her head. "No, you don't. Somebody's needed here in case, while I'm between this an' the big house, the telephone'd ring."