If Uncle were right——! If fool-wisdom could be trusted——!
She asked Solomon a question.
"How be you feeling, my dog?"
Solomon left her tired mind in no doubt on that point. He wagged his tail, wriggling convulsively, ready to bark with any encouragement.
"Shush-h-h! Don't 'ee bark, till I gives leave. What do 'ee think about Fancy? Be she so bad as Doctor makes out?"
Solomon tried to lick her hand.
"That bain't an answer, Solly."
He wagged his tail.
Astounding as it may seem, this comforted Mrs. Yellam. She went upstairs, peeped into her former room, perceived that Fancy was asleep, and said to the nurse:
"She be in a be-utiful sleep. Let's see the baby."