eagerly. She was evidently badly shaken, and was very white. "Do
quiet them, can't you?" she said, with a sort of apprehensive
impatience. "Can't we take her somewhere, and get a doctor? Can't
we get out of this?"

Margaret took the child in her own arms. Little Dorothy roared
afresh, but to Margaret's unspeakable relief she twisted about and
locked her arms tightly about the loved teacher's neck. The other
woman watched them anxiously.

"That blood on her frock's just nosebleed," she said; "but I think
the car went over her! I assure you we were running very slowly.
How it happened--! But I don't think she was struck."

"Nosebleed!" Margaret echoed, with a great breath. "No," she said
quietly, over the agitated little head; "I don't think she's much
hurt. We'll take her in. Now, look here, children," she added loudly
to the assembled pupils of the Weston Grammar School, whom mere
curiosity had somewhat quieted, "I want every one of you children
to go back to your schoolrooms; do you understand? Dorothy's had
a bad scare, but she's got no bones broken, and we're going to have
a doctor see that she's all right. I want you to see how quiet you
can be. Mrs. Porter, may my class go into your room a little while?"

"Certainly," said Mrs. Porter, eager to cooperate, and much
relieved to have her share of the episode take this form. "Form
lines, children," she added calmly.

"Ted," said Margaret to her own small brother, who was one of Mrs.
Porter's pupils, and who had edged closer to her than any boy