he burst into tears.

Nora knelt down and took her by the hand.

"Where is your pain, my dear?" she asked.

"My leg. I guess it must be broken, and my arm---I have had that nearly
cut off. The horse became frightened and unmangeable. He turned into
these woods and started to run. I was knocked off by the branch of a
tree. I don't know how long I've lain here--it seems for hours. I must
have fainted, but Nora the pain in my arm and leg is terrible. Whatever
can we do?"

The girl's hat hung from the tree. Her hair was unloosed and hanging
about her face. Evidently she was suffering agony, and to make matters
worse upon the leaves overhead Nora heard a pattering of rain.

"This will never do," she said to herself. Not a sign of a house or a
vehicle in sight. A damp chill pervaded the air. They were too far from
the main road to seek assistance.

"Your arm has been cut by this jagged stone, Miss Ethel," said Nora,
kneeling and starting to roll from the girl's arm the sleeve of her
blouse. "I don't think there are any bones broken. But first I must stop
its bleeding."

Nora, having had considerable experience with cuts, wounds and bruises,
went to work as though she were about to teach the girls "first aid."

Her handkerchief was soiled. Ethel had lost hers. Both women wore silk
petticoats. How could she manage to secure a bandage?

Suddenly her mother wit came to the rescue. She slipped off her linen
skirt. It was perfectly clean. With her strong teeth she tore into strips
the front breadth.

"Hark!" she exclaimed. "Glory be to God! I think I hear running water."
She said it devoutly and in gratitude, for now it was water that she
needed. Taking Ethel's hat from the tree she started up the road where to
her joy she beheld a watering trough that was fed by a little waterfall
trickling down the side of the rocks.

After thoroughly washing the long linen strips so as to be sure that the
starch was out of them she filled Ethel's hat with water and hurried
back.

"Here, dearie," she said, "Let me wash your face. I brought the water in
your hat," and with the balance of her skirt she washed the girl's face
and then proceeded to tear open the sleeve, cleansing the wound with a
fresh hatful of water. She did it carefully and thoroughly, with the
skill of a surgeon. It was an ugly wound, but she bound the arm firmly
with the strips.

"There now! So much for that," ejaculated Nora, rising and pushing back
from her br