"I think she knows what we are
talking about," then bending over the girl she said very gently: "Do you
feel better, dear?"
Slowly the eyelids fluttered, and the eyes gazed vaguely up into Betty's
sweet ones. The lips moved and Betty bent down closer to listen.
"I don't know you, do I?" the words were almost inaudible. "I--I--don't
seem to remember----"
"Don't try, my dear," said Betty soothingly, while two tears made their
way down her face, only to be dashed away impatiently. "You have been
through a terrible experience, and you don't have to think very hard
just now--there is plenty of time."
Slowly, understanding replaced the vague wonder in the girl's eyes, and
she reached out with an unsteady hand to touch Betty's white dress.
"I wanted to be sure you were real," she explained, smiling wistfully.
"I was afraid you might vanish. Will you help me to remember?" she
pleaded.
Betty's warm heart went out to the girl, and when she spoke her voice
was full of pity and tenderness.
"I'll help you as far as I can," she promised. "You were swimming and
something happened that made you cry for help.
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