But I knew--theoretically--how people in a faint should be treated, and now I know it practically.

Luckily the brook was handy, and after I had worked frantically over her for a while Gertrude came back to life.

She never said one word about my news and I didn't dare to refer to it again.

I helped her walk up through the maple grove and up to her room, and then she said, 'Rob--is--living,' as if the words were torn out of her, and flung herself on her bed and cried and cried and cried.

I never saw anyone cry so before.