There was no response.

She snatched a bit of grass and tickled the child's nose, saying, at the same time, "Bring water." This, after a few seconds, she dashed over the face and exposed chest, waited an instant, then gave her patient a slap over the pit of the stomach.
Graydon, kneeling before her, looked on with silent amazement.

Her glorious eyes shone with an absorbed and merciful purpose; she was oblivious of her own strange appearance, the masses of her loosening hair falling over and veiling the lovely form outlined clearly by the wet and clinging drapery of her summer dress.

Others looked on in wonder, too, and with a respect akin to awe.

Among them were her sister and Henry Muir, Mr.Arnault, and Miss Wildmere--her feelings divided between envy and commiseration for the child and its stricken mother.
These first simple efforts having no apparent effect, Madge said, quietly, "We must try artificial respiration.