She was afraid to touch the bridle; she had a great terror of horses.
The man, who was Ida Starr's father, lifted Lois out, and carried her into the house.

She struggled a little.
"I can walk," said she, in a weakly indignant voice.
Mr.Starr carried her into the sitting-room and laid her down on the sofa.

She raised herself immediately, and sat up with a defiant air.
"Oh, dear child, do lay down," sobbed her mother.
She put her hand on Lois' shoulder and tried to force her gently backward, but the girl resisted.
"Don't, mother," said she.

"I don't want to lie down." Amanda had run into her own room for the camphor bottle.

Now she leaned over Lois and put it to her nose.