The girl's clothing was so ragged it was a wonder that it held together. Her shoes were broken and scuffed out, and there were holes in her stockings.
The cold water revived her, and when her big eyes flickered open, they passed in a troubled daze from Susie to Chub, and then to Matt. When they rested on Matt, a faint smile came to her lips.
"Yous is de one dat was runnin' acrost de road wid a rope," said she. "Dat was bully, w'at yous done. Put 'er dere, cull," and she lifted herself on one elbow and reached out her hand.
"You're feeling a whole lot better, eh?" asked Matt, taking the dirty little paw.
"Well, mebby," was the hesitating answer, "only I can't move me pins. What's de matter wid 'em?"
She looked down at her feet as Matt released her hand. Susie cast a frightened glance at Matt.
"Are you trying to move your feet?" Matt asked, hiding as best he could the sudden consternation that swept through him.
"Sure I'm tryin'. Funny, ain't it? Dey feel like dey wasn't mine."
"Well, don't fret about it," said Matt softly. "When the doctor comes he'll fix you up all right. What's your name?"