The cook followed him, calling out “Mrs. Hallock! Mrs. Hallock! please make haste! It’s Frank!”
Mrs. Hallock met the boy in the hall. He staggered up to her, crying out “I’m so sick! so sick! My head! my head!”
Mrs. Hallock sat beside Frank, bathing his head, and trying her utmost to help him bear the pain and deadly feeling “a sick-headache” brings with it.
During the performance at the circus, the lad, Harry Cornwall, in attempting a difficult feat in riding, fell from his pony.
The sad-faced boy had been recognized by Kate Hallock. The instant he appeared, Kate was interested. She watched each movement he made, and when she saw him fall, she covered her face and uttered a cry of horror. The lad was gathered up by two men. They disappeared with him from the scene, and the performance went on.
After that, Kate could not bear to stay one moment longer. She was wondering where they had carried the hurt boy, and what they were doing for him, and whether or not he had a father, or a brother, there to take thought for him.
This new trouble, added to the vision of Frank at work in the field without any dinner, quite overcame Kate. She asked to go home so earnestly, that Mr. Glenn accompanied her outside of the tent, and then Kate went home alone.
“Hush-sh-sh-sh!” was the first whispered sound that she heard at the entrance door of her home.
“Master Frank’s took awful sick!” said Bridget, “and your mother’s with him, upstairs.”
Kate flew up the stairway, so sorry that she had run back and picked up the basket. She stole into the room, and for a moment could not see any one within it, it had been so carefully darkened.