"But you were directed to find me, were you not?" said Dorothy, in her quick way of helping one out in distress. "I do not see how you could be held responsible."
"But the girl—if she is still at large, she may be dead or injured," said Miss Bell, showing more and more that she did not believe Dorothy to be the person wanted in the sanitarium. "I must ask—did no one here know you—or her? Must we wait for that one doctor?"
"At any rate," said Dorothy, "I was almost ill, and you have saved me from those dreadful people. My folks will never blame you."
"If there is a mistake—I'll run away. I could never stand the disgrace," and the nurse buried her face in her hands.
"It seems to me a perfectly plain case of mistaken identity, and as you knew neither me nor the girl wanted, I do not see how you could have done otherwise than to take me. I am sure I must have looked and acted—demented."
"I am perfectly positive that you are not now," declared Miss Bell. "And no time should be lost in searching for Mary Harriwell."
"Then I could send a message to camp? Let them know I am safe?" and Dorothy sprang up with more emotion than she wished to show, for her every move was being watched.
"Well, the doctor will be here in the morning, and it is night now. There would be no way of straightening this out until you are positively identified."
"What a dreadfully lonely place Maine is! If I were near home—or near any place where people would know me——" Dorothy was saying.
"Miss Bell, you are wanted at the 'phone," interrupted an attendant, appearing at the door. "I'll stay until you get back."