"Your uncle is dead, and has left all his fortune, every penny, to his
wife."
A look came over Miss Davis's face which the children could not
understand.
"My brother!" she said, "can you tell me what has become of my little
brother?"
"Run away," said Mark, who had not known till this moment that she had a
brother.
Miss Davis gasped and leaned her face forward on the table. The next
moment they saw her slip away off her chair to the floor. She had
fainted.
Mark was greatly alarmed, and struck with sudden remorse. Hetty sprang
up crying, "Oh, Mark, how could you?"
"What are we to do?" said Mark in despair.
"Here," said Hetty, "take away all this rubbish of clothes, and hide
them." And she pulled off her disguise and flew to raise Miss Davis from
the floor.
"No, lay her flat," said Mark; "and here is some water, dash it on her
well. I will come back in a few moments."
He cast off his own disguise and vanished with his arms full of the
articles he and Hetty had worn. When he returned he found Miss Davis
beginning to breathe again, and Hetty crying over her.
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