"I heard her say 'Pa' when she fell," said the under nurse, who heard everything. "But she ought to have said 'Pa-pa.'"
"That's because her arm went up when she hit the step," said the head nurse. "She'll say the other 'Pa' when I put it down again."
"Pa," said Nina, as her right arm was pushed down, and speaking through her broken face. It was cracked right across, from the upper corner of the forehead, with a hideous gash, through the nose and down to the little frilled collar of the pale green silk Mother Hubbard frock, and two little three-cornered pieces of porcelain had fallen out.
"I'm sure it's a wonder she can speak at all, being all smashed," said the under nurse.
"You'll have to take her to Mr. Puckler," said her superior. "It's not far, and you'd better go at once."
Lady Gwendolen was occupied in digging a hole in the ground with a little spade, and paid no attention to the nurses.
"What are you doing?" enquired the nursery-maid, looking on.
"Nina's dead, and I'm diggin' her a grave," replied her ladyship thoughtfully.
"Oh, she'll come to life again all right," said the nursery-maid.