The Indiarubber Man opened his eyes. "The seat tipped over backwards."
"Will you promise to lie still for one minute while I run for help--are you in pain?"
"No. As a matter of fact, I wanted to ask you a question."
"What?" asked Betty, reaching for the bell with her disengaged hand.
The Indiarubber Man's bandaged head was deposited once more among the marigolds. Betty rose to her feet, astonishment and indignation joining forces to overcome laughter within her. The resultant of all three was something suspiciously like tears.
"_What_? Oh, I do believe--I don't believe it was an accident at all----"
"Will you, Betty?" queried the Indiarubber Man from the depths of the marigolds.
Voices sounded beyond the yews. A white-coated orderly appeared in the distance, stood a moment in astonishment, and came running across the grass towards them.
"Quick! There's someone coming. I swear I won't be budged till you answer."
The orderly arrived panting. "What's up, miss, an accident?"
The Indiarubber Man suffered himself to be moved.