Grace Harlowe's Senior Year at High School by Jessie Graham [pseud.] Flower
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circling crowd fell back a little.
"Grace, look out for her while I order the ambulance and see to this man." The doctor bustled over to the injured chauffeur, and began his examination. "Broken arm," he said briefly. "Send them both to the hospital." The ambulance proved large enough to hold both victims of the accident and the attendant took them in charge, and signaled the driver, who headed for the city hospital, leaving the crowd to examine the big car. "It's pretty badly damaged," said one man. "It must have hit that tree with a terrific crash. Skidded, I suppose." "Come on, girls," said Anne. "There is no use in staying here any longer. We've had excitement enough for one day." "I should say so," shuddered Jessica. "I hope that woman doesn't die. We must go to the hospital to-morrow and inquire for her." "Of course," responded Anne. "What a sweet face she had, and her eyes were such a beautiful brown, but they haunted me. There is something so familiar about them." "Why, that's just what I thought, too!" cried Grace. "Who is it she resembles?" |
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