It was not my presence of mind

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  But when poor little Emma's piercing shrieks began to subside, and she came a little under the influence of some soothing drops he had given her at the outset, I began to feel that sensation in the back of my neck that leads to conquest over the most stubborn and the most heroic. I had just time to get Emma into the doctor's arms, and then down I went. I got over it in a minute, and was up again before any one had time to come to the rescue. But Dr. E. gave Emma to Mrs. Embury, who had taken off her things and been crying all the time, and said in a low voice,

  "I beg you will now leave the room, and lie down. And do not feel obliged to see me when I visit the child. That annoyance, at least, you should spare yourself."

  "No consideration shall make me neglect little Emma," I replied, defiantly.

  By this time Mrs. Embury had rocked her to sleep, and she lay, pale and with an air of complete exhaustion, in her arms.

  "You must lie down now, Miss Mortimer fake oakleys," Dr. Elliott said, as he rose to go. "I will return in a few hours to see how you both do."

  He stood looking at, Emma, but did not go. Then Mrs. Embury asked the question I had not dared to ask.

  "Is the poor child in danger?"

  "I cannot say; I trust not. Miss Mortimer's presence of mind in extinguishing the flames at once replica oakleys, has, I hope, saved its life."

  "It was not my presence of mind, it was Lucy's!" I cried, eagerly. Oh, how I envied her for being the heroine, and for the surprised, delighted smile with which he went and took her hand, saying, "I congratulate you, Lucy! How your mother will rejoice at this!"

  I tried to think of nothing but poor little Emma, and of the reward Aunty had had for her kindness to Lucy. But I thought of myself, and how likely it was that under the same circumstances I should have been beside myself replica oakley sunglasses, and done nothing. This, and many other emotions, made me burst out crying.

  "Yes, cry, cry, with all your heart," said Mrs. Embury, laying Emma gently down, and coming to get me into her arms. "It will do you good, poor child!"

  She cried with me, till at last I could lie down and try to sleep.

  Well, the days and the weeks were very long after that.

  Dear mother had a hard time, what with her anxiety about Emma, and my crossness and unreasonableness.

  Dr. Elliott came and went

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  , and I could not help saying:

  "Even a mother's gentlest touch, full of love as it is, is almost rough compared with that of one trained to such careful handling as you are."

  He looked gratified, but said:

  "I am glad you begin to find that even stones feel, sometimes."