"
"She heard us talking," ventured Bess, a little awed by the strange
happening.
"And she asked the oddest question--about Sea Horse Island--where
papa is going--and she spoke of her father--I wonder what she meant?"
asked Belle.
"Time enough to find out after we've revived her," suggested Cora,
who, like her mother, was not at all alarmed by a mere fainting fit.
Belle, inspired by her chum's coolness, had stooped over and was
raising the girl's head.
"Don't do that!" exclaimed Cora. "The trouble is all the blood has
gone from her head now. Let it remain low and the circulation will
become normal, after the has had a little stimulant. I'll get the
ammonia," and she hurried off, stopping long enough to ring for her
mother's maid.
The foreign girl opened her dark brown eyes under the reviving
stimulus of the aromatic spirits of ammonia, and she tried to speak.
She seemed anxious to apologize for the trouble she had caused by
fainting.
"That's all right, my dear," said Mrs. Kimball, soothingly. "Don't
bother your poor head about it. You may stay here until you feel
better."
"But, senora--" she protested, faintly.
"Hush!" begged Cora, touching the girl's hand gently with her own
brown fingers. It was a pretty little hand, that of the lace
seller--a hand not at all roughened by heavy work. Indeed, if she
had made some of the dainty lace she was exhibiting, a piece of which
was even now entangled about her, she needs must keep both hands
unroughened.
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