"That ain't nothing," said Beale; "besides, there's the blue ribbon."
"That the dog?" the woman asked.
"Same ole dawg," said Beale, with pride.
"A pretty beast," she said. "Well—so long."
She looked back to smile and nod to them when she had taken her basket and the turning to the right, and Dickie suddenly stiffened all over, as a pointer does when it sees a partridge.
"I say," he cried, "you're the nurse——"
"I've nursed a many in my time," she called back.
"But in the dream . . . you know."
"Dreams is queer things," said the woman. "And," she added, "least said is soonest mended."
"But . . ." said Dickie.