George came in for hot water. He exclaimed in surprise on seeing us, and his eyes became animated.
“Look at Mrs. Nickie Ben,” cried Mollie. He dropped on his knees on the rug and lifted the wounded paws.
“Broken,” said he.
“How awful!” said Emily, shuddering violently, and leaving the room.
“Both?” I asked.
“Only one—look!”
“You are hurting her!” cried Lettie.
“It’s no good,” said he.
Mollie and the mother hurried out of the kitchen into the parlour.
“What are you going to do?” asked Lettie.