“You didn’t feel very well.”

“Yes. I remember now. I fell, didn’t I?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“I was fussin’ at somethin’, an’ it made me dizzy. ’Twas the heat, I guess. Where’d you find me?”

“In the kitchen.”

“An’ you managed to bring me here?”

Her niece hesitated.

“Yes,” she answered firmly.

Ellen paused and with dread the girl awaited her next question. But no question came. 200 Either the clouded mind was in too vague a mood to grasp details, or the invalid did not care. She seemed to be thinking.

“So I fell,” she repeated at last.