"Poor child!" he murmured, caressingly patting her head.
"Call Frank Jocelyn," he said to Annie.
"Your sister has had a fainting fit, and—"
"Who, May? Is that you, May?" And the brave boy, who would not show how deeply his own heart was wounded, shed tears when told of his sister's affliction.
"We must get her home. Look from the window and see whether Squire Rawson's horse and buggy are still standing at the bank."
"Yes, sir."
"Annie, spread a shawl on the settee. Now, May, I will help you to lie down. You'll feel better, presently."
She shook her head mournfully, and then caught hold of Frank's hand.
