"Don't stop me," said Flora--"they want some handkerchiefs." "What, is not she in her own room ?" "No," said Harry, "in mamma's;" and then his face quivered all over, and he turned away.

Ethel ran after her sister, and pulling out drawers without knowing what she sought, begged to hear how papa and Margaret were.
"We can't judge of Margaret--she has moved, and made a little moaning--there are no limbs broken, but we are afraid for her head.

Oh! if papa could but--" "And papa ?" "Mr.Ward is with him now--his arm is terribly hurt." "But oh! Flora--one moment--is he sensible ?" "Hardly; he does not take any notice--but don't keep me." "Can I do anything ?" following her to the head of the stairs.
"No; I don't see what you can do.

Miss Winter and I are with Margaret; there's nothing to do for her." It was a relief.

Etheldred shrank from what she might have to behold, and Flora hastened down, too busy and too useful to have time to think.
Harry had gone back to his refuge in the nursery, and Ethel returned to Norman.