She lay there in what appeared to be a dead faint.

And Bunting, scared out of his wits, opened the door and screamed out, "Daisy! Daisy! Come up, child.

Ellen's took bad again." And Daisy, hurrying in, showed an amount of sense and resource which even at this anxious moment roused her fond father's admiration.
"Get a wet sponge, Dad--quick!" she cried, "a sponge,--and, if you've got such a thing, a drop o' brandy.

I'll see after her!" And then, after he had got the little medicine flask, "I can't think what's wrong with Ellen," said Daisy wonderingly.

"She seemed quite all right when I first came in.