"Yes, she is, but don't you bother her," warned Jane. "She's all in."
"I--I'll be all ri--ight Don't worry," gasped Harriet.
She struggled to a sitting posture. Then her head drooped forward. Her
arms fell limply at her sides, and with a little moan Harriet toppled
over, unconscious.
CHAPTER XXI
A DAY OF EXCITEMENT
"Get back!" commanded Crazy Jane, pushing a crowd of girls away. "Do you
want to smother the poor child?"
"We must get her into one of the tents," declared Mrs. Livingston.
"Wait till she comes to," answered Jane, turning Harriet over on her back
so that the rain, which was falling in a fine drizzle now, might beat on
the face of the unconscious girl.
Now Harriet began to move her head from side to side to avoid the drizzle
that was beating into her face. Soon her eyelids began to quiver. Her
breathing became stronger. Mrs. Livingston was kneeling beside her,
chafing the girl's hands and smoothing back the tangled hair from her
white forehead.
"I think she should be carried in to one of the tents now," said the Chief
Guardian.
"Sure," agreed Jane, gathering Harriet into her arms and staggering away.
She shook her head vehemently as half a dozen girls sprang forward to help
her with her burden.
Harriet struggled from the friendly arms of Jane.
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