"My dog's got a silver collar. He's called Box."
"Who brought him?" asked Caroline, in a low voice.
"Oh, Rupert, of course!"
The girl's heart gave a bang. She tried to remember when it was that she had staggered into this cool, restful bed with that aching torture in her brow and eyes.
"He will bite," said Betty.
And Baby whispered eagerly——
"Mine will, too, won't he?"
"I think I will get up," said Caroline; but Betty at once assumed a sitting posture.
"You can't," she said, "you're clothes have all been took away."
"Then I'll wear yours," said Caroline.