There, don't worry about her.

Put her in my carriage with Mrs.Muir, and take her to her room; I'll be there soon.

She'll come out all right; such girls always do." Meanwhile Mr.Muir and Graydon were carrying out the doctor's directions, and the unconscious girl was borne rapidly to her apartment, where, under her sister's ministrations, she soon revived.
Almost her first conscious words, after being assured that the child was safe, were, "Oh, Mary! what a guy I must have appeared! What will Graydon--I mean all who saw me--think ?" "They'll think things that might well turn any girl's head.

As for Graydon, he is waiting outside now, half crazy with anxiety to receive a message from you." "Tell him I made a fool of myself, and he must not speak about it again on the pain of my displeasure." "Well, you have come to," said Mrs.Muir, and then she went and laughingly delivered the message verbatim, adding, "Go and put on dry clothes.

You'll catch your death with those wet things on, and you look like a scarecrow." He departed, more puzzled over Madge Alden than ever, but admitting to himself that she had earned the right to be anything she pleased.
Dr.Sommers continued his efforts in behalf of the little girl, chafing her wrists and body with the brandy, and occasionally giving a few drops until circulation was well restored; and then, at her mother's side, carried the child to her room, and gave directions to those who were waiting to assist.
When he entered Madge's apartment, she greeted him with the words, "What a silly thing I did!" "Not at all, not at all.