In a twinkling the four girls had reached the woman's side. Grace
knelt beside her, then sat down on the pavement, raising the
stranger's head until it rested in her lap. The woman lay white
and still, although on placing a hand to her heart Grace found
that it was beating faintly. Calling for water, she dashed it in
the woman's face, without any noticeable results.

By this time a crowd had collected and several men were busy with
the chauffeur, who was conscious, but moaned as though in pain.

"Do go for a doctor, please," Grace cried to her chums. "I am
afraid this woman is badly hurt."

"Here's Dr. Gale now," exclaimed Anne as the old doctor came
hurrying across the street.

"Hello, what's the matter here?" he called. "It's a good thing I
happened to be driving by."

"Oh, Dr. Gale, do look at this poor woman. She must have struck
her head, for she lies as though she were dead."

Kneeling beside the stranger, the doctor busied himself with her,
and after a little time the woman opened her eyes and gazed
vaguely about, then again relapsed into unconsciousness.

"Whom does she resemble?" thought Grace. "Her face has a familiar
look, though I am sure I have never before seen her."

"Stand back and give her air," ordered the doctor, and the