Could this be Hilda, the dainty, the spotless?
But her eyes shone like stars, and her face, though very pale, wore a look of triumphant delight.
"I have found him!" she said, simply.

"My little Jock! Simon threw him into the wheel-pit of the old mill, and I went to get him out.

His leg is broken, but I know you can set it, Nurse Lucy.

Don't look so frightened," she added, smiling, seeing that the farmer and his wife were fairly pale with horror; "it was not so _very_ bad, after all." And in as few words as might be, she told the story of Bubble's note and of her strange expedition.
"My child! my child!" cried Dame Hartley, putting her arms round the girl, and weeping as she did so.

"How could you do such a fearful thing?
Think, if your foot had slipped you might be lying there now yourself, in that dreadful place!" and she shuddered, putting back the tangle of fair hair with trembling fingers.
"Ah, but you see, my foot _didn't_ slip, Nurse Lucy!" replied Hilda, gayly.