"Marjorie, what is the matter?" cried her mother catching her in her arms.
"Nothing," said Marjorie, wondering.
"Nothing! You are purple as a ghost!" exclaimed Linnet, "and there's a lump on your forehead as big as an egg."
"Is there?" asked Marjorie, in a trembling voice.
"Did you fall? Where did you fall?" asked her mother shaking her gently.
"Can't you speak, child?"
"I—didn't—fall," muttered Marjorie, slowly.
"Yes, you did," said Linnet. "You went after eggs."
"Eggs," repeated Marjorie in a bewildered voice.
"Linnet, help me quick to get her on to the sitting-room lounge! Then get pillows and a comforter, and then run for your father to go for the doctor."
"There's nothing the matter," persisted the child, smiling weakly. "I can walk, mother. Nothing hurts me."