“It’s walnut fudge,” she said.  “But it isn’t all for you.  Be generous, and let David and Reddy have some, too.”

“Good-bye.  Good-bye.  Don’t forget us,” chorused the chums as the train pulled out, while the young men waved farewell from the open windows.

“I hope I won’t be called upon to say good-bye to any more of my friends for a blue moon!” exclaimed Grace.  “I hate good-byes.  When it comes my turn to go to college I believe I shall slip away quietly without saying a word to a soul except mother.”

“You know you couldn’t leave your little playmates in such a heartless manner,” said Jessica.  “We’d visit you in nightmares the whole of your freshman year if you even attempted such a thing.”

“Oh, well, if you are going to use threats I expect I shall have to forego my vanishing act,” said Grace, with a smile.

The four girls had walked the length of the platform and were about to turn in at the entrance leading to the street when Grace suddenly clutched Anne, pointing, and crying out, “Oh, look! look!”

Three pairs of eyes were turned instantly in the direction of her finger, just in time to see a dark blue touring car crash against a tree at the foot of the hilly street leading down to the station.

Its two occupants, the chauffeur and a woman who sat in the tonneau, were thrown out with considerable force and lay motionless at one side of the street.

In a twinkling the four girls had reached the woman’s side.  Grace knelt beside her, then sat down on the pavement, raising the stranger’s head until it rested in her lap.  The woman lay white and still, although on placing a hand to her heart Grace found that it was beating faintly.  Calling for water, she dashed it in the woman’s face, without any noticeable results.

By this time a crowd had collected and several men were busy with the chauffeur, who was conscious, but moaned as though in pain.

“Do go for a doctor, please,” Grace cried to her chums.  “I am afraid this woman is badly hurt.”

“Here’s Dr. Gale now,” exclaimed Anne as the old doctor came hurrying across the street.

“Hello, what’s the matter here?” he called.  “It’s a good thing I happened to be driving by.”

“Oh, Dr. Gale, do look at this poor woman.  She must have struck her head, for she lies as though she were dead.”

Kneeling beside the stranger, the doctor busied himself with her, and after a little time the woman opened her eyes and gazed vaguely about, then again relapsed into unconsciousness.

“Whom does she resemble?” thought Grace.  “Her face has a familiar look, though I am sure I have never before seen her.”

“Stand back and give her air,” ordered the doctor, and the circling crowd fell back a little.

“Grace, look out for her while I order the ambulance and see to this man.”

The doctor bustled over to the injured chauffeur, and began his examination.