Hetty sprang up crying, "Oh, Mark, how could you ?" "What are we to do ?" said Mark in despair.
"Here," said Hetty, "take away all this rubbish of clothes, and hide them." And she pulled off her disguise and flew to raise Miss Davis from the floor.
"No, lay her flat," said Mark; "and here is some water, dash it on her well.

I will come back in a few moments." He cast off his own disguise and vanished with his arms full of the articles he and Hetty had worn.

When he returned he found Miss Davis beginning to breathe again, and Hetty crying over her.
"Oh! Mark, I will never play a trick again as long as I live," whispered Hetty; "we were near killing her.

How could we dare to meddle with her affairs ?" "How was I to know she had a brother ?" grumbled Mark under his breath.
"And what has he to do with the joke of her uncle's marrying ?" "And dying ?" said Hetty.

"But that's just it, you see, we don't know anything about it." "Children," murmured Miss Davis, "what has happened to me?
Give me your hands, Mark, and help me to rise." They raised her up and laid her on the sofa.
"What was the matter ?" repeated Miss Davis, seeing the tears flowing down Hetty's cheeks.
"Oh! two nasty old people came to see you and frightened you," said Mark, "and then they walked off, and Hetty and I found you on the floor." Hetty gave Mark a reproachful look, coloured deeply, and hung her head.
Mark cast a warning glance at her over Miss Davis's shoulder.