“Oh, Maimie, Maimie,” said Ranald, in a broken voice, “tell me you are not hurt.”
Again she opened her eyes and said, “No, I am not hurt, but you will take me home; you will not leave me!” Her fingers closed upon his hand.
With a quick, strong clasp, he replied: “I will not leave you.”
In a few minutes she was able to sit up, and soon they were all about her, exclaiming and lamenting.
“What a silly girl I am,” she said, with a little tremulous laugh, “and what a fright I must have given you all!”
“Don't rise, my dear,” said Madame De Lacy, “until you feel quite strong.”
“Oh, I am quite right,” said Maimie, confidently; “I am sure I am not hurt in the least.”
“Oh, I am so thankful!” cried Kate.
“It is the Lord's mercy,” said Ranald, in a voice of deep emotion.
“Are you quite sure you are not hurt?” said Harry, anxiously.