"I sent Willie to the house to tell nurse to come here with pillows and to send Barnes for the doctor. Now give me the flask and put your arm under her head and raise it a trifle, so that I can give her some brandy. There, she is coming to now."
The white lids fluttered, and Gladys' eyes opened slowly.
"Jeanie, I twied to f'y, but I was too little," she murmured weakly, and she smiled up at her sister, who was bending over her with so much tenderness.
The sound of footsteps reached them, and nurse, a comfortable, motherly-looking woman, bustled up to them, her arms laden with pillows and restoratives.
Her presence brought great reassurance to Jean.
"Oh, nurse, I am so glad you are here. Gladys has been hurt."
"My poor baby, Nana will make it all well. She shouldn't have left you at all. Whatever will Miss Helen say!"
Jean's face contracted sharply, and she turned away to hide the tears that sprang to her eyes. Farr threw an angry glance at nurse, who, all unconscious of her offense, was petting and comforting Gladys.
"This is no time for talking," he said. "We must get Gladys home as quickly as possible. Miss Jean, will you help me lift her?"
Jean recognized the kindly intent in his words, and her eyes were eloquent with gratitude.