“Oh, don’t be nervous!” exclaimed Cora, vigorously. “If she comes to her senses so much the better. Get her something warm to drink. She may be starving.”
“Very likely she is,” said Mrs. Chester. “Run along, Cora. We’ll look after things here. Bring the doctor as soon as you can.”
Outside Cora found Jack and the other boys anxiously waiting news of what was going on. They cried:
“Who is she?”
“Has she come to yet?”
“How did she happen to be on the raft?”
“Has she told you her story?”
“I can’t stop to talk now!” she replied. “I’ve got to go for the doctor. Jack, be a good boy, and run the Flyaway out for me. Bess and I are going in that for Dr. Brown. He—”
“Didn’t you telephone for him long ago?”
“Yes, but his car broke down.”