An hour later--Linnet knew that it was an hour later--Marjorie found
herself moving slowly towards the kitchen door. She wanted to see her
mother. Lifting the latch she staggered in.
She was greeted with a scream from Linnet and with a terrified
exclamation from her mother.
"Marjorie, what _is_ the matter?" cried her mother catching her in her
arms.
"Nothing," said Marjorie, wondering.
"Nothing! You are purple as a ghost!" exclaimed Linnet, "and there's a
lump on your forehead as big as an egg."
"Is there?" asked Marjorie, in a trembling voice.
"Did you fall? Where did you fall?" asked her mother shaking her gently.
"Can't you speak, child?"
"I--didn't--fall," muttered Marjorie, slowly.
"Yes, you did," said Linnet. "You went after eggs."
"Eggs," repeated Marjorie in a bewildered voice.
"Linnet, help me quick to get her on to the sitting-room lounge! Then get
pillows and a comforter, and then run for your father to go for the
doctor."
"There's nothing the matter," persisted the child, smiling weakly. "I can
walk, mother. Nothing hurts me."
"Doesn't your head ache?" asked Linnet, guiding her steps as her head
rested against her mother's breast.
"No."
"Don't you ache _anywhere?_" questioned her mother, as they led her to
the lounge.
"No, ma'am. Why should I? I didn't fall."
Linnet brought the pillow and comforter, and then ran out through the
back yard calling, "Father! Father!"
Down the road Hollis heard the agonized cry, and turning hastened back to
the house.
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