`` He 's fainted , that 's what he is . Where on earth did he come from ? 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 XXXXX 's thin , pallid face that tugged painfully at her heart-strings .
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