Ethel Blue lifted her eyebrows to indicate that she could not guess;
but both girls knew in their hearts that Mrs. Emerson would do what was
wisest and for the best good of the strays. She came to the door in
answer to the sound of the horn.
"How did you get back so soon?" she began to inquire of her husband
when her eyes fell on the passengers in the car.
"An accident?" she asked anxiously as she ran down the steps.
"The girls found this woman and her child part way over here and I
thought I'd better bring her on and get your opinion about her. I
think she'd like something to eat," and the kind old gentleman smiled
in friendly fashion as the woman opened frightened eyes at the sound of
a new voice.
Among them they succeeded in getting her into the house and into a cool
room, where she lay exhausted on the bed, her hand holding tight to the
little hand of her baby, lying wearily beside her.
"Sunstroke?" asked Grandmother.
"Hunger," replied Mr. Emerson, and he and Ethel Brown went down stairs
at once in search of food, while Mrs. Emerson and Ethel Blue managed to
undress their patient and put her into a fresh nightdress and bathe her
face and hands.
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