"I--I
think it is. Oh, Phyllis, darling, won't you speak to me?"
Joy put her hand quietly on his shoulder.
"Allan," she said, "John can't do anything as long as you won't let
him get near Phyllis. He can help quicker than you can."
Allan shivered a little, then raised Phyllis so that her head rested
on his knee, and John could get at her.
"Do something quickly, John," he said. "I shall go crazy if she lies
that way much longer. It's the first time I ever asked her for
anything that she didn't give it to me--" his throat caught.
"She'll be all right in a minute, old fellow. Don't take it that
way," John reassured him. "Joy, dear, run to the house and get some
brandy and spirits of ammonia, and a spoon. Hurry."
Joy sped back to the house, and got the things from Lily-Anna, who
unlocked and found with quick, capable hands, though she was
evidently trying not to cry as she did it.
"Jus' a natural-born angel," she said. "Here, hurry back, Miss Joy.
Yas, that kind's too good to live. I might a' knowed it long ago.
There's everything, child. Now go on!"
It had seemed forever to Joy, but John assured her that she had been
very swift. They forced a little of the stimulant through Phyllis'
teeth, and presently her color began to come back.
"There, she's coming round, Allan," said John. "You see there was no
need to be so worried."
"It wasn't you," said Allan briefly, then straightway forgot
everything else, as Phyllis' eyes opened.
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