The child did indeed look tired, and seated herself wearily; but the instant she touched the chair her head fell forward on her breast, and she would have fallen to the floor if Hannah had not caught her in time.
“Bring her into the dining-room where it is cool,” said Mrs. Winton, “and lay her on the sofa.”
So Hannah, whose heart was a good deal kinder than her tongue, picked up the forlorn child and gently placed her on the sofa in the cool dining-room.
“So Posy and Tom ran after the little girl and brought
her back.”—Page [164.]
CHAPTER XIII.
Tom and Posy watched little Nancy with distressed countenances as she lay on the lounge so still and white.
“Don’t be frightened,” said Mrs. Winton, as she caught sight of their faces, that were almost as pale as the little match-girl’s; “she has only fainted and will be well again in a few minutes.”
So Mrs. Winton bathed the child’s forehead with cold water, and Hannah fanned her with a palm-leaf fan.
“Tom,” said Mamma, “I wish you would bring me a pitcher of cold water fresh from the pump.” But there was no answer, and Mamma looked around. Both of the children were gone. Just as the little match-girl opened her eyes Tom appeared carrying a pillow, and Posy brought up the rear with a bottle of cologne in one hand and all the playthings she could carry under the other arm.