"
The little girl seemed less concerned than anyone of the spectators.
She put her hand confidently in Hector's, and said: "Take me to
Mary."
"And who is Mary?" asked Hector, kindly.
He did not require an answer, for the nurse, who, rather late in the
day, had awakened to the fact that her charge was in danger, came
running forward, crying: "Oh! Miss Gracie, what made you run away?"
"The little girl would have been killed but for this boy's timely
help," said a middle-aged spectator, gravely.
"I'm sure I don't know what possessed her to run away," said Mary,
confusedly.
"She wouldn't if she had been properly looked after," said the
gentleman, sharply, for he had children of his own.
Hector was about to release the child, now that he had saved her,
but she was not disposed to let him go.
"You go with me, too!" she said.
She was a pretty child, with a sweet face, rimmed round by golden
curls, her round, red cheeks glowing with exercise.
"What is her name?" asked Hector, of the nurse.
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