"
"Are thethe the hillth?" questioned Tommy.
"Yes, Miss."
"Then, excuthe me from the mountainth."
"I believe my tumble has cured my sprained ankle," declared Hazel. "I
can't feel any pain at all there, except the smart where the skin is
broken. Let me put on my boot." Miss Elting slipped it on for her,
and assisted Hazel to her feet. "It is all right," cried the girl.
"Isn't that strange?"
"Yeth. Thome thingth make thome folkth forget thome other thingth,"
observed Tommy sagely. "Have you forgotten your troubleth, Harriet?"
"I think so, Tommy. I will race you up to the trail."
"No; I can't rathe you up a hill, though I can fall down the hill
fathter than you can, but I will help you up."
"I'll do all the helping," Janus informed them. "Shall I carry Miss
Holland?"
Hazel declared that she could walk and she did, with some assistance
from Miss Elting. The others were able to take care of themselves,
though Harriet's side pained her frightfully with every step. She
uttered no complaint, pluckily keeping her distress to herself, but the
guardian knew by the expression on the girl's face that she was in pain.
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