"That's all there is," she said, apologetically.
It was very little, but with it the big man bathed the child's face and hands, and dabbed her lips and her brow.
"Go and get a blanket," he ordered.

"She oughtn't to be lying on the cold wet ground so long.

She doesn't seem to be coming round." He felt Huldah's pulse, and laid his hand over her heart.

"It _is_ beating," he muttered, in a tone of relief.

Then he lifted her on to the blanket, and wrapped her in it, then bathed her brow again, until presently a faint quiver of the body and a fluttering sigh showed that consciousness was returning.
At last Huldah opened her eyes and looked vaguely about her, wondering where she was.