No one could tell. The strange girl was pretty, and her light brown hair, now drying out, clustered around her pale face that looked so much like death that the motor girls were greatly affected by it.
“Her people must be terribly worried about her,” said Eline, softly. “Just think of it! They will read of the wreck in the newspapers, and see the list of those saved. Her name will not be among them, and they will think her drowned.”
“That is so,” agreed Cora. “Oh, why doesn’t that doctor hurry? If we could revive her she would tell her name and we could notify her folks. I’ve a good notion—”
Cora started for the telephone just as the bell rang. Cora snapped the receiver down from the hook.
“Yes–yes!” the others heard her say eagerly. “Oh, that is too bad! Your car has broken down while you were coming here? Yes, of course we want you! We have a strange case here. Wait! I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll come for you in my own car!”
Cora turned to her friends.
“Just think of it!” she cried. “Dr. Brown’s car broke down while he was on his way here. He’s over at Siconset and I’ll go over and get him.”
“Then take our car!” suggested Bess. “It’s just been filled with oil and gasoline. Yours may not have any in.”
“I will, thank you. You come with me, Bess; Belle and Eline can look after things until we get back. It isn’t far.”
“Oh dear!” exclaimed Belle. “What–what will I do if she wakes up?”