While they did so she tried to jest and laugh with Lulu; but the little girl was in no mood for such things; she felt sick and dizzy at the thought of the danger she had escaped but a moment ago. She made no reply to Betty's remarks, and indeed seemed scarcely to hear them.
She was quite silent, too, while being helped down the stairs by the kind stranger, but thanked him prettily as they separated.
"You are heartily welcome," he said; "but if you will take my advice you will never go needlessly into such danger again."
With that he shook hands with her, bowed to Betty, and moved away.
"Will you go in and rest awhile, Lu?" asked Betty.
"No, thank you; I'm not tired; and I'd rather be close by the sea. Tell me another of your stories, won't you? to help me forget how near I came to falling."
Betty good-naturedly complied, but found Lulu a less interested listener than before.
The "squantum" party were late in returning, and when they arrived Betty and Lulu were in bed; but the door between the room where Lulu lay and the parlor, or sitting-room, as it was indifferently called, was ajar, and she could hear all that was said there.
"Where is Lulu?" her father asked of the maid-servant who had been left behind.
"Gone to bed, sir," was the answer.