He ai n't a Hopedale boy . '' `` He must be carried right in , '' exclaimed Miss Salome in distress . `` Why , he may die there . He must be very ill . '' `` Looks more to me as if he had fainted from sheer starvation , '' returned Clemantiny brusquely as she picked him up in her lean , muscular arms . `` Why , he 's skin and bone . He ai n't hardly heavier than a baby . Well , this is a mysterious piece of work . Where 'll I put him ? '' `` Lay him on the sofa , '' said Miss Salome as soon as she had recovered from the horror into which Clemantiny 's starvation dictum had thrown her . A child starving to death on her doorstep ! `` What do you do for people in a faint , Clemantiny ? '' `` Wet their face -- and hist up their feet -- and loosen their collar , '' said Clemantiny in a succession of jerks , doing each thing as she mentioned it . `` And hold ammonia to their nose . Run for the ammonia , Salome . Look , will you ? Skin and bone ! '' But Miss Salome had gone for the ammonia . There was a look on the boy 's thin , pallid face that tugged painfully at her heart-strings . When Chester came back to consciousness with the pungency of the ammonia reeking through his head , he found himself lying on very soft pillows in a very big white sunny kitchen , where everything was scoured to a brightness that dazzled you .
Bending over him was a tall , gaunt woman with a thin , determined XXXXX and snapping black eyes , and , standing beside her with a steaming bowl in her hand , was the nice rosy lady who had given him the taffy on the boat !
Miss Run Skin Wet brightness everything face nose people pillows