The little thin shoulder was covered with a great bruise. The skin was broken in a long zigzag crack; the rapid movement of throwing off her dress had caused the blood to ooze out, and Winnie and Murtagh stood transfixed with pity and horror.
"Oh, Win," said Murtagh, "what can we do?"
Winnie went to the bank, and tried to scoop up some water in her hat.
Rosie and Bobbo, seeing that something was the matter, came up.
"Just give me my hat full of water, will you?" said Winnie, "and have either of you a pocket-handkerchief?"
"What's the matter?" inquired Rosie, filling Winnie's hat.
Winnie didn't trouble herself to answer; and Rosie and Bobbo, climbing up the bank, stood silent when they saw the wound on Theresa's shoulder.
Winnie dipped the handkerchief in water and gently bathed the bruise.
"How horrible!" said Rosie, presently.
"Great cowardly scoundrel," ejaculated Murtagh.