A Colony of Girls

The lives and loves of the girls from Hetherford.

"Jean's face contracted sharply, and she turned away to hide the tears that sprang to her eyes. Farr threw an angry glance at nurse, who, all unconscious of her offense, was petting and comforting Gladys.
"This is no time for talking," he said. "We must get Gladys home as quickly as possible. Miss Jean, will you help me lift her?"
Jean recognized the kindly intent in his words, and her eyes were eloquent with gratitude.
"Little one," he went on to Gladys, "will you be a good, brave little girl and let me carry you? I will put you on this pillow, and I will be as gentle as possible. I can't promise that it won't hurt you some, but when you are once home you will be so comfortable."
"All right," assented Gladys, looking up at him with touching confidence.
But in spite of all their care, it was a very painful ordeal, and the poor child was quite spent before the manor was reached. As they mounted the steps of the veranda the doctor's gig drove up to the door. They carried Gladys up to the nursery, and Farr lingered there long enough to hear his opinion confirmed that the child had sustained no further injury than the breaking of her arm.
"I will wait downstairs," he said in an undertone to Jean, and he went out and closed the door softly behind him.""

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