Jims recollected , with a rush of sickening dread , that Miss Avery had told him Martha and Edward were going away that day to visit a sister . He rushed blindly across the lawn again , through the little side gate he had never passed before and down the street home . Uncle Walter was just opening the door of his car . `` Uncle Walter -- come -- come , '' sobbed Jims , clutching frantically at his hand . `` Miss Avery 's dead -- dead -- oh , come quick . '' '' Who is dead ? '' `` Miss Avery -- Miss Avery Garland . She 's lying on the grass over there in her garden . And I love her so -- and I 'll die , too -- oh , Uncle Walter , come . '' Uncle Walter looked as if he wanted to ask some questions , but he said nothing . With a strange face he hurried after Jims . Miss Avery was still lying there . As Uncle Walter bent over her he saw the broad red scar and started back with an exclamation . `` She is dead ? '' gasped Jims . `` No , '' said Uncle Walter , bending down again -- `` no , she has only fainted , Jims -- overcome by the heat , I suppose . I want help . Go and call somebody . '' `` There 's no one home here to-day , '' said Jims , in a spasm of joy so great that it shook him like a leaf . `` Then go home and telephone over to Mr. Loring 's .
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