"Oh, Louis!" said a familiar voice, "what's the matter? Did you run over her? Why, Fannie, it is Miss Benedict! Mamma! Louis, call mamma, quick!"
And then Claire really accomplished what she had so often threatened, and fainted entirely away.
"It is only a sprain," she explained, directly her eyes were open again; "I was very foolish to faint."
A pleasant, motherly face was bending over her, with eyes like Ella and hair like Fannie; this must be the mother.
"Is it a sprain, do you think?" she asked, "or only a sort of twist? Those things are sometimes very painful for awhile. We have sent for a physician, and shall soon know what to do for you. In the meantime, Fannie, my dear, her boot should be removed."
Thus reminded, Fannie bent with eager fingers over the injured member.
"Did you fall, Miss Benedict? Wasn't it too bad? But since you were going to fall, I am glad you did it right by our gate."
"Mamma, do you know? This is our music-teacher."