"I'm going to make your little mistress well, Tip."
Tip wagged his tail just once, as if he were not too sure about it.
Then Frank poured a little in a glass.
"Can you drink, dear?" he whispered, gently raising her head and shoulders.
The child opened her eyes, smiled faintly, and drank.
Then he lowered her back on the pillow.
"Oo is a dood daddy whale," she muttered, and closed her eyes in sleep once more.
A whole hour must have passed away—a long and weary one for the watcher. Frank had been holding Toddie's hand all the time.
"Flank! Flank!"
It was Toddie's voice, and she sat bolt upright on the sofa.