“No, sir, I don’t know her,” replied the girl. “I was tending the children just around the curve, sir, when a boy ran up and told me that a woman had fainted. He pointed this way, and I hurried to help her, and that’s all I can tell you.”
“I shall be all right in a few moments,” said the woman, evidently striving to pull herself together. “Don’t be alarmed, nor do anything more. I shall come out of it.”
“Are you subject to such attacks?” Nick inquired, turning to her, while Patsy also drew nearer.
“Yes, sir, at times. It’s epilepsy, sir, but this was only a slight attack. I must have come out of it very quickly.”
“Do you want a physician?”
“No, sir. I shall be able to go home presently.”
“Where do you live?”
“In Eighty-first Street.”
“What name? I ask only lest you have a second attack.”
“Miss Margaret Hanson, sir. But I shall not have another attack at present. I never have two in quick succession. I now am able to go, sir, thanking you for your kindness.”