above the din. A tall woman, completely enveloped in sealskins,
had evidently jumped from the limousine, and now held in her arms
what made Margaret's heart turn sick and cold, the limp figure of
a small girl.

About these central figures there surged the terrified crying small
children of the just-dismissed primer class, and in the half moment
that Margaret watched, Mrs. Porter, white and shaking, and another
teacher, Ethel Elliot, an always excitable girl, who was now sobbing
and chattering hysterically, ran out from the school, each followed
by her own class of crowding and excited boys and girls.

With one horrified exclamation, Margaret ran downstairs, and out to
the gate. Mrs. Porter caught at her arm as she passed her in the path.

"Oh, my God, Margaret! It's poor little Dorothy Scott!" she said.
"They've killed her. The car went completely over her!"

"Oh, Margaret, don't go near, oh, how can you!" screamed Miss Elliot.
"Oh, and she's all they have! Who'll tell her mother!"

With astonishing ease, for the children gladly recognized authority,
Margaret pushed through the group to the motor-car.

"Stop screaming--stop that shouting at once--keep still, every one
of you!" she said angrily, shaking various shoulders as she went with
such good effect that the voice of the woman in sealskins could be
heard by the time Margaret reached her.

"I don't think she's badly hurt!" said this woman, nervously and