wall, and went stumbling toward the green spot. The agony in her foot
increased every moment; she grew dizzy with it.

It must be Emmeline's house--a little, green-painted one beside the
road! There could not be two green houses in Placid Pond. With a long
breath of relief she got to the door. After that she did not know
anything for a little time, then her eyes opened. Someone with a kind,
anxious face was bending over her. It was Emmeline! It looked like the
face of an old friend to the poor, little Talentless One.

"There, there, poor dear! Never mind where you be, or who I be--you
'tend right to gettin' out o' your faint! Sniff this bottle--there!
You'll be all right in a minute. It's your foot, ain't it? It's all
swollen up--how'd you sprain it?"

She had the injured foot in her tremulous old hands, gently loosening
the shoe. The girl, though she winced with pain, did not utter a sound.

"There ain't any doctor this side of Anywhere," the kind voice ran on,
"but never you mind. I'll risk but what I've got liniments that will
doctor you up."

And the girl, looking up into the peaceful old "lineaments," smiled
faintly, and knew there was healing in them. Even in her throbbing pain
she could think of this new pun that she would regale the girls with
when she got back to them--if she ever got back!

"You are 'Emmeline,' aren't you!" she presently questioned, feebly, like
an old woman, for the pain seemed to have made her old. "I'm so glad you
are Emmeline!"