e car, and bring him back," said Mollie.

"That's good. Bring the poor dear in the bedroom, and we'll look after
her until the doctor comes. I'll get the camphor bottle. That's good for
a faint."

The girl seemed to have again sunk into a stupor, as they carried her
in, and placed her on a comfortable lounge. Then the woman of the house
brought out a bottle of camphor, of generous size, and it was held to
the nostrils of the unconscious one.

The sufferer turned her head away from the pungent odor, and seemed to
be struggling against some unseen force. Again she seemed to revive
somewhat, and muttered:

"Oh, I can't! I can't! I don't want to go back to him! Anything but
that! I don't like--I can't bear that life!"

Her voice trailed off into a mere whisper.

"You had better hurry for the doctor," said Betty, and Mollie hastened
out to her car.

"I'll come with you," volunteered Grace, and Mollie was grateful.

"Suppose we take her into the bedroom," suggested the woman. "It's
cooler there. We can manage her. I'm real strong."

With her help it was no great task to get the girl on the bed. Her
garments were loosened so that she might be more comfortable, and more
camphor was used, but it seemed to have no effect.

"Suppose we go out and let her be by herself; we can't do anything
more," suggested the woman. "Besides, she needs all the air she can get.
That's always best for fainting folks. She may come to by herself, I'll
open the window and shutters," and she proceeded to do so. Then coming
out, and closing the door, they left the strange girl alone, Betty and
Amy taking turns telling how the affair had happened.

"Land's sakes! Fell out of a tree!" exclaimed the woman. "What in the
world do you s'pose she was doin' up in it?"

"We haven't the least idea," answered Betty.

"And who is this man she says she won't go back to?"

"We have even less idea--she has repeated that several times," spoke
Amy. "Oh, I do hope they find the doctor!"

"Dr. Brown is real good," was the woman's opinion. "He cured my
rheumatism, and Hetty Blake--she lives over on the Melford road--she had
jaundice something terrible--she was as yellow as saffron tea, and he
brought her around when old Dr. Wakefield give her up. Yes, Dr. Brown is
right smart."

Thus she entertained the girls with remarks on the country life around,
until Betty ventured to remark:

"I wonder if we oughtn't to look in on her?" motioning to the room wher