tle heap.

"I fixed you that time! Come, you can't play possum over me, get up!"

He touched her with his foot. Pansy ran and fell over her.

"Get up, you little clumsy skunk! You'll half kill her!"

"Poor Illa. Det up, Illa. Did bad Jack hurt 'ou?"

Jack turned her partly over. Her face was ghastly, with the eyes
rolled up.

Aunt Hetty's bell rang. Jack ran down stairs.

"O, come up Bridget, Marilla's killed!"

"Ah, now you want to frighten a body out of her wits! You ought to be
skinned alive."

"Oh, come quick!" Jack began to cry.

Bridget walked up stairs very deliberately, "Oh, Holy Mother of God!
Get up, children. Marilla, dear--Oh, what have you done to her?"

She took the limp figure in her arms.

"Oh, me darlint! Wurra! wurra! And that bell! As if no one wanted
anything but that old body with one foot in the grave. Jack run in
next door and ask Mrs. Seymour to come at once; quick, or I'll bat you
with a stick."

Then she went up stairs. The poor old body was lying in the reclining
chair, her face distraught with fright.

"Send for the doctor at once, something has happened to me, I can't
stir. My legs are heavy as lead. Where's Marilla? I've rung and
rung!"

"Marilla's fainted dead away. Yes, I'll get the doctor," and down
Bridget flew to open the front door.

"Oh for the love of heaven, will you come and talk to that thing in
the wall an' get the doctor! Why, I'm most crazy."

"Yes, what doctor?" Mrs. Seymour went to the telephone.

"Doctor Baker, and then to Miss Armitage in Loraine place."

"Dr. Baker would come at once."

They found the lady's number. She was just going out but would stop
there first.

Then she took Mrs. Seymour through to the nursery. The children were
patting and petting Marilla.

"Get away, children, you've had her smothered."

"Does she faint often? She seems so well and merry."

"She did that time last summer. She was out with the babies and fell
off of a stoop, I believe, an' she kept looking like a ghost for ever
so long. That Miss Armitage took her to her house an' took care of
her. She's a good woman, that she is. An' it's just my belief that
Marilla isn't strong enough for the rough an' tumble of life. Some
ain't you know, an' she's tugged these fat babies about often; there
isn't but one nurse kept."

"Oh, they were too heavy for her to lift."

"Mrs. Borden didn't want her to, much. I'll say that for her. She was
afraid the babies backs might ge