Traverse looking for
her.
"Do not be alarmed, Miss Dexie; I am not so bad as I look," he said,
reassuringly, as Dexie started at the sight of his bandaged head and
splintered arm. "I have an ugly scalp wound, and that makes the bandages
necessary, and my broken arm is nothing. Now, be brave," he said, as they
stopped before the door of the house where her father had been taken. "He
has been suffering great pain and looks badly, and he will not be able to
see you unless you are calm. The doctor is with him now. I will go and see
if you can come in."
"Do not keep me waiting, Mr. Traverse. I will be quiet. Indeed, you can
trust me," and she lifted a white face, full of entreaty, to his gaze.
"My brave little girl!" was Guy's inward comment. "It is just as well that
she came alone, for no one else in the family has self-control enough to
bear this."
In a few minutes Guy returned and conducted her to her father's side, and
she bent over him and kissed his white face tenderly.
"Dear papa, I have come to stay with you. What can I do to help you?" and
she laid her hand in his. "Mamma feels too badly to come just now, dear
papa.
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