Mrs. Elder Clow was the first to reach her. She caught the thin little body from the arms of white-faced, terrified Faith and carried it into the vestry. Mr. Meredith forgot the hymn and everything else and rushed madly after her. The congregation dismissed itself as best it could.
“Oh, Mrs. Clow,” gasped Faith, “is Una dead? Have we killed her?”
“What is the matter with my child?” demanded the pale father.
“She has just fainted, I think,” said Mrs. Clow. “Oh, here’s the doctor, thank goodness.”
Gilbert did not find it a very easy thing to bring Una back to consciousness. He worked over her for a long time before her eyes opened. Then he carried her over to the manse, followed by Faith, sobbing hysterically in her relief.