ed her.

"I don't think she's badly hurt!" said this woman, nervously and
eagerly. She was evidently badly shaken, and was very white. "Do
quiet them, can't you?" she said, with a sort of apprehensive
impatience. "Can't we take her somewhere, and get a doctor? Can't
we get out of this?"

Margaret took the child in her own arms. Little Dorothy roared
afresh, but to Margaret's unspeakable relief she twisted about and
locked her arms tightly about the loved teacher's neck. The other
woman watched them anxiously.

"That blood on her frock's just nosebleed," she said; "but I think
the car went over her! I assure you we were running very slowly.
How it happened--! But I don't think she was struck."

"Nosebleed!" Margaret echoed, with a great breath. "No," she said
quietly, over the agitated little head; "I don't think she's much
hurt. We'll take her in. Now, look here, children," she added loudly
to the assembled pupils of the Weston Grammar School, whom mere
curiosity had somewhat quieted, "I want every one of you children
to go back to your schoolrooms; do you understand? Dorothy's had
a bad scare, but she's got no bones broken, and we're going to have
a doctor see that she's all right. I want you to see how quiet you
can be. Mrs. Porter, may my class go into your room a little while?"

"Certainly," said Mrs. Porter, eager to cooperate, and much
relieved to have her share of the episode take this form. "Form
lines, children," she added calmly.

"Ted," said Margaret to her own small brother, who was one of Mrs.
Porter's pupils, and who had edged closer to her than any boy
unprivileged by relationship dared, "will you go down the street,
and ask old Doctor Potts to come here? And then go tell Dorothy's
mother that Dorothy has had a little bump, and that Miss Paget says
she's all right, but that she'd like her mother to come for her."

"Sure I will, Mark!" Theodore responded enthusiastically,
departing on a run.

"Mama!" sobbed the little sufferer at this point, hearing
a familiar word.

"Yes, darling, you want Mama, don't you?" Margaret said soothingly,
as she started with her burden up the schoolhouse steps. "What
were you doing, Dorothy," she went on pleasantly, "to get under
that big car?"

"I dropped my ball!" wailed the small girl, her tears beginning
afresh, "and it rolled and rolled. And I didn't see the automobile,
and I didn't see it! And I fell down and b-b-bumped my nose!"

"Well, I should think you