She awoke with a start, and brushed her hand across her eyes to blot out the memory of her nightmare, and then sprang to her feet with a wild shriek, her senses reeling with horror. Transfixed by fear, she stood gazing in awful fright at the sleeve of her blouse. It was spotted with fresh blood.
Father David and Mother were absent, but Nellie, in the kitchen, heard the agonised cry and ran to her. "What is it?" she shouted as she rounded the corner of the house.
"Look! look!" was all the answer she could give, as with eyes starting from their sockets she motioned with her hand to the red splotch on the white fabric.
"What is it? Are you hurt? What has happened?" The words tumbled from Nellie's lips.
"No, I'm not hurt. I don't know where it came from."
"See! There's more of it
