"Here's the water!" cried some one, sprinkling it all over the claret-colored silk.
"Poor little thing, the excitement was too much for her!"
"So highly strung"
"Isn't it unusual for a person who's fainted to have such high color?" Helen Barnes' mother asked. "The child's cheeks are scarlet."
Christabel stirred, moaned faintly.
"She's coming to!"
Christabel opened her eyes and saw people kneeling about her, saw the scared and solemn children on the outskirts. Princess Brighteyes' crown had been knocked off in the excitement. "Where am I?" the court lady murmured, and then, "Mother" and buried her face in Mrs. Caine's bosom.
"There, darling, there! Now you're all right. Now my Christabel's all right!"
"Well, well! What a girl, to give us such a fright!"
"Father!" She put out a weeping-willow hand.
