should be arrested!"

"Oh, but poor Dodo! poor Dodo!" murmured Grace. "Is she much hurt?"

"The doctor is not sure. He is afraid of internal injuries, and there
seems to be something the matter with one of her legs. But we are
hoping for the best. Here, take some more of this; the doctor left it
for you."

Grace was feeling easier now. Gradually it all came back to her; how
she had raced to get home before the storm broke-- the pursuing auto,
the injured horse and then the heavy fall. She had no recollection of
the passing farmer carrying her into the house.

The doctor came into the room.

"Well, how are we coming on?" he asked, cheerfully. "Ah, we have
roused up I see," he went on, as he noted Grace sitting up. "I guess
it is nothing serious after all. Just a bump on the head; eh?" and he
smiled genially, as he took her hand.

"Yes, I feel pretty well, except that my head aches," said Grace,
rather wanly.

"I don't blame it. With that fall they say you got it is a wonder you
have any head left," and he put out his hand to feel her pulse,
nodding in a satisfied sort of way.

"How-- how is little Dodo?" faltered Grace.