Blanche looked on, with steady, dry eyes, but Helen, after a very little while, turned away and hid her face in her hands, sobbing, while the doctor was engaged in the painful process of trying to bring the apparently drowned girl to life.

More than once Blanche felt tempted to implore him to leave off those terribly arduous efforts of his.

It seemed to her so--so horrible, almost degrading, that Bubbles' delicate little body should be used like that.
Everyone was too concerned over Bubbles to trouble about her rescuer.
But all at once Varick exclaimed: "We don't want you down with rheumatic fever.

I'll just march you back to the house, my boy!" "Not as long as she's here," muttered Donnington, his teeth chattering.
"I'm all right; it doesn't matter about me." He alone of the people gathered there believed that Dr.Panton's perseverance would be rewarded, and that Bubbles would come back to life.

It did not seem to him possible that that which he had saved, and which he so loved and cherished, could die.