“Oh, but poor Dodo! poor Dodo!” murmured Grace.  “Is she much hurt?”

“The doctor is not sure.  He is afraid of internal injuries, and there seems to be something the matter with one of her legs.  But we are hoping for the best.  Here, take some more of this; the doctor left it for you.”

Grace was feeling easier now.  Gradually it all came back to her; how she had raced to get home before the storm broke—­ the pursuing auto, the injured horse and then the heavy fall.  She had no recollection of the passing farmer carrying her into the house.

The doctor came into the room.

“Well, how are we coming on?” he asked, cheerfully.  “Ah, we have roused up I see,” he went on, as he noted Grace sitting up.  “I guess it is nothing serious after all.  Just a bump on the head; eh?” and he smiled genially, as he took her hand.

“Yes, I feel pretty well, except that my head aches,” said Grace, rather wanly.

“I don’t blame it.  With that fall they say you got it is a wonder you have any head left,” and he put out his hand to feel her pulse, nodding in a satisfied sort of way.

“How—­ how is little Dodo?” faltered Grace.

Dr. Morrison did not answer at once.  He seemed to be studying Grace.

“How is she—­ much hurt?” Grace asked again.

“Well, we will hope for the best,” he answered as cheerfully as he could.  “I can’t say for sure, but her left leg isn’t in the shape I’d like to see it.  I am afraid the horse stepped on it.  But there, don’t worry.  We will hope for the best.”

“Little Dodo’s sister is my best chum,” explained Grace, the tears coming into her eyes.  “Oh, when I saw her running toward Prince I thought I would faint!  Poor little dear!  I called to her, but she would not mind.”

“That was the trouble,” explained Mrs. Watson, who had been ministering to Grace, “she seemed just wild to get out in the rain.”

“Well, it may yet come out all right,” said Dr. Morrison, “but it is not going to be easy.  I don’t believe you need me any more—­ er——­ "

He paused suggestively.

“Miss Ford is my name,” Grace supplied.

“Ah, yes, I am glad to know you.  Now I must go back to the little one.”

“Could I see her?” asked Grace, impulsively.

“I had rather not—­ now.”

Grace caught her breath convulsively.  It was worse than she had feared—­ not to even see Dodo!

“But you can talk to Paul,” went on the physician.  “Probably it will do him good to meet a friend.  He is rather upset.  His aunt, Mrs. Carr, with whom the children were staying for a few days, has telephoned to Mrs. Billette about the accident.  Word came back that Nellie—­ is that the name—­ the larger sister——­ "

“Mollie,” said Grace.

“Well, then, Mollie is to come to take Paul home.  We cannot move Dodo yet.”

“Oh, is Mollie coming here?”