The fright and the pain had taken her speech away.

She could not find it at once.

But the smile gave new hope and energy to Gerald.
"Never mind talking," she exclaimed, springing briskly to her feet.
"If you are only alive it's all right.

Don't attempt to stir.

I'll get some one." "Aunt Lydia--don't let her know," Phebe managed to gasp.
"No, no, of all people!" cried Gerald.