except perhaps for a strain, or some bruises," was the answer.
"I have good helpers, you see. Don't come out in the storm. They can get me to your house."
"Are you Mrs. Blake?" asked Sammy, quickly.
"That is my name," was her answer, with a smile.
"I guess my mother knows you," went on Sammy. "Her name is Brown."
"Oh, are you Mrs. Brown's boy?" exclaimed Mrs. Blake. "I thought I knew your face. Well, I'm real glad to see you. And are these your brothers?"
"No'm, they're my chums," answered Sammy. "Do you feel all right now?"
"Yes, only a trifle dizzy. I'll be better when I rest a bit in Mrs. Handee's house. Now let me see if I can walk."
She found that she could, by going slowly. The shock of her fall was passing off, and by leaning on the shoulders of Bob and Frank, while Sammy carried her bag and umbrella for her, she made her way to the house where the woman waited with the door open. Mrs. Handee came down the front steps to help Mrs. Blake up, and soon the elderly lady was sitting comfortably in an easy chair befofe the fire.
"My!" exclaimed Mrs. Blake, leaning back comfortably. "This has been quite an experience for me," and she looked at the three boys, who did not know exactly what to do, now that they had come in. "I never fell before—not since I was a girl, and I guess I've forgotten how to do it."
"You were lucky not to have broken some bones," spoke Mrs. Handee. "Are you sure you don't want the doctor?"
"We'll go for one!" offered Sammy, eagerly.
"Oh, no, indeed, I don't want one," declared Mrs. Blake, with a laugh. "I'll be all right soon, and able to go home. My daughter will be worried about me. My, how it snows!"
