"Oh, Grace, she has fainted!" cried Peggy. "Help me! Bring some water, do!"
Grace vanished again, and was back in two minutes with water and smelling-salts. As they bent over the unconscious girl, bathing her temples and holding the salts to her nose, a few hurried sentences were exchanged.
"What was it? What have you there, Grace?"
"'OH, GRACE, SHE HAS FAINTED!'"
"Oh, nothing; merely Colney's skull; not her own, you understand, but that of her charmer."
"But—but the eyes glared! I saw them glare, like fire."
"Phosphorus, my sweet babe! Hast no chemistry to thy name? 'Twere well to mend thy ways."
"And why—what were you doing, Grace? Oh, see what you have done! Look at this poor child, and tell me why you came to play such pranks in her room."
Peggy's voice was stern enough. She forgot her love and admiration for Grace; she only saw what seemed like wanton cruelty toward a forlorn and helpless creature, and her blood was up.