"Was--was any one injured?"
Before answering Miss Elting had plunged into the brush waist deep to lend
a hand to Harriet. The gowns of both women were considerably damaged
before Harriet had been assisted from her uncomfortable predicament.
"You poor girl!" exclaimed Miss Elting.
"I am somewhat the worse for wear," smiled Harriet ruefully.
"Thave me, thave me!"
At sound of the familiar voice and the familiar words they turned to see
Tommy running toward them.
"Jathper hath a fit," cried Tommy.
Miss Elting and Harriet ran back to the scene of the accident as fast as
they could go. Harriet was limping a little. They found Jasper sitting at
the base of the tree, holding his head and groaning. Hazel and Margery
stood pale-faced gazing down at him.
"What seems to be the matter with him?" questioned Miss Elting.
"It ain't me. It's the hoss," groaned Jasper. "That three-year old cost me
jest a hundred and fifty dollars two weeks ago."
"You will get him back," soothed Harriet
"Yes, but he's spiled. D' ye think Mis' Livingston'll ever trust me to
take out another passel of girls behind that critter? And the rig! It's
smashed. It's busted."
"I shouldn't worry until I had to," advised Miss Elting. "Just now we have
other things to concern us.
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