“Main floor,” the operator called. “Main floor, watch your step, please.”
Jane floated out with her nose in the air, and tripped on the ledge. Down she went, full length, on the floor. Half a dozen people helped her up, and were very solicitous.
“Are you hurt, little girl?”
“Did you trip?”
“Let me brush you off.”
“Dear me, such a fall!”
“Can I get you a drink of water?”
“Perhaps you’d better sit down for a moment.”
Janie was embarrassed, but otherwise quite all right. “Thank you,” she said to each one who wanted to help her. “Thank you, but I’m not hurt. I’m all right now. I only stumbled.”
She started off by herself once more, and this time she didn’t lower her eyelashes, and she didn’t float. “I’ll wait till I get home,” she thought. “I’ll practice that walk in my room.”