"There's one of them come to grief." Sharply she turned also.

Pat and Gracie were having a spirited race down the lower slope of the hill.

Olive had begun to descend from the top with becoming dignity.

And midway, poor Jeanie crouched in a forlorn little heap with her hands tightly covering her face.
"The child's hurt!" exclaimed Avery.
She started to run back, but in a moment Piers sprang past her, crying, "All right.

Don't run! Take it easy!" He himself went like the wind.