“Thank you, dear.  That is splendid,” she said, flashing a smile at Tommy.  “You are very resourceful.  I am proud of you.”

“You’re welcome,” answered Grace with a grimace.  “Ith there anything elthe that I can do?”

Miss Elting shook her head.  The smile had left her face; all her faculties were again centered on the work in hand.  Shortly after that the two workers were gratified to note a quiver of the eyelids of the patient.  This was followed by a slight rising and falling of the chest, and a few moments later Harriet Burrell opened her eyes, closed them wearily and turned over on her face.  Crazy Jane promptly turned her on her back, and none too gently at that.

“Plea—­se let me alone.  I’m all right,” murmured Harriet.

“Help me carry her out yonder under the trees,” ordered the guardian.  “There will be less breeze there.”

“I’ll carry her, Miss Elting.”  Jane picked Harriet up, and, throwing the girl over her shoulder, staggered off into the bushes with her burden.  Harriet was heavy, but Jane McCarthy’s fine strength was equal to her task.  Miss Elting had gathered up the clothing and followed.  Tommy started to accompany her, but the guardian motioned her back.

“Jane and I will attend to her,” she said.  Tommy pouted and strolled over to Margery.

“Is—­is Harriet going to die?” wailed Margery.

“No, Buthter, she ithn’t.”

Margery turned anxiously away.  By the time the guardian reached the spot where Jane had put Harriet down, the latter had fully recovered consciousness; but she was shivering, her lips were blue and her face gray and haggard except for the two faint spots of color that had first indicated her return to consciousness.

“Hold her up while I strip off her waist,” commanded Miss Elting.  Harriet protested that she was able to stand alone, but just the same Jane supported her.  It was the work of but a few moments to strip off the cold, wet garments and put on dry ones, including the flannel nightgown.

“Let me lie down a little while,” begged Harriet weakly.

“No; you must walk.  Jane, will you keep her going?”

“That I will.  Come to me, darlin’.”

Harriet got to her feet with the assistance of her companion.  Jane then began walking her slowly about.  The color gradually returned to the face of the Meadow-Brook Girl, the gray pallor giving place to a more healthy glow.  She wanted to talk, but Miss Elting said she was not to do so for the present.  Now, Tommy and Margery followed her about, though without speaking.  This walking was continued for the better part of an hour.  In the meantime Miss Elting was considering what might best be done.  She decided to go in search of some one who would take them to their destination.  After a talk with Harriet, and leaving directions as to what was to be done during her absence, the guardian set out, walking fast.  She realized the necessity of warm drinks and something to assist in stirring Harriet’s circulation.  The Meadow-Brook Girl’s escape from drowning had been a narrow one, but no one realized the necessity for further treatment more than Miss Elting did.