"I fear he will. They will try to save his life. They will cut a big hole in his leg where the dog bit him, and put him to sad pain. But the bite of a mad dog is so hard to cure, I fear it will be of no use."
"O mam-ma! will you let me take him some of Aunt Peg's nice cake? It may do him good. Do let me!"
Her mam-ma said yes, tho' she knew it was of no use; for the poor boy was too much hurt to eat. She did not tell Ann so, for she did not wish to make her more sad.
So some cake was made, and Ann went with a good lad who knew the way.
"Oh! how sad it was!"—[P. 153.]
Oh! how sad it was! The poor boy lay in bed. His face was pale, and his eyes were shut. He did not say one word, but just lay on his bed, as if he were dead.
Ann gave the cake to his mam-ma, who did cry and sob, and look so sad, that Ann had to cry too.
She went home and told her mam-ma all this bad news; and all the rest of the day she felt sad, and her kind face was pale.