unprivileged by relationship dared, "will you go down the street,
and ask old Doctor Potts to come here? And then go tell Dorothy's
mother that Dorothy has had a little bump, and that Miss Paget says
she's all right, but that she'd like her mother to come for her."

"Sure I will, Mark!" Theodore responded enthusiastically,
departing on a run.

"Mama!" sobbed the little sufferer at this point, hearing
a familiar word.

" Yes, darling, you want Mama, don't you?" Margaret said soothingly,
as she started with her burden up the schoolhouse steps. "What
were you doing, Dorothy," she went on pleasantly, "to get under
that big car?"

"I dropped my ball!" wailed the small girl, her tears beginning
afresh, "and it rolled and rolled. And I didn't see the automobile,
and I didn't see it! And I fell down and b-b-bumped my nose!"

"Well, I should think you did!" Margaret said, laughing. "Mother
won't know you at all with such a muddy face and such a muddy apron!"

Dorothy laughed shakily at this, and several other little girls,
passing in orderly file, laughed heartily. Margaret crossed the
lines of children to the room where they played and ate their lunches
on wet days. She shut herself in with the child and the fur-clad lady.

"Now you're all right!" said Margaret, gayly. And, Dorothy was
presently comfortable in a big chair, wrapped in a rug from the