When she came to again she saw a woman standing over her, and a gentle hand was laid upon her brow.
“It was a narrow escape, child,” said the nurse, and Margie looked up with a query in her eyes.
“Tell me,” said the girl.
“All I know is that a fireman saved you in the nick of time. He carried you from the house, which was entirely consumed. It was a brave act, and will get him a medal.”
“But the woman?”
“They saw no one but you in the house. Was there another?”
“Yes; Nora.”
The nurse shook her head.
“The other one may have left the house in time,” she remarked.
“She was my jaileress.”