"My kingdom for a motor car!" cried Jane.
"Let me help you, Harriet." Harriet attempted to rise, but had to sit
down again. Jane slipped an arm about her waist and lifted the girl to
her feet. "Hadn't you better not sit down, darlin'?"
"I feel better standing up. Hazel isn't much injured, is she, Miss
Elting?"
"I can't find that there is anything very serious. I think she must
have bumped her head in falling through the tree. She certainly has
not added to the beauty of her face."
Hazel shook her head and essayed a smile.
"Did I fall gracefully?" she asked plaintively.
"Will you listen to her?" laughed Jane. "You did it as gracefully as
the lady who dived from the top of a house into a tank full of water at
the county fair last year."
"What I can't understand is why Tommy should have missed such an
opportunity to distinguish herself," smiled the guardian.
"I thtood athide tho Januth could dithtinguith himthelf," lisped Tommy.
"Well, I swum! I did it, too, didn't I? I'm not fit to guide a plow,
but I never found it out till I tried to pilot this outfit over the
hills.
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