“Oh, can you, Mother?”
“Yes, I can put the stuffing back in and sew up the cut and he will be as good as ever.”
“Are you sure?” asked Uncle Teddy. “Because if you aren’t, I’ll get Donald another dog, though this was the only one in the store.”
“I’m sure I can mend him,” said Mrs. Cressey. “Jane didn’t do much damage, after all.”
“Won’t the place show where you sew him up?” asked Donald doubtfully.
“Yes, it will show a little,” his mother answered.
“But you can pretend your Dog has been to the hospital and has had an operation,” suggested Uncle Teddy.
“Oh, so I can! That will be fun!” replied Donald, and he dried his tears. “But Jane shouldn’t have cut him; should she, Mother?”
“No, she was a naughty little girl, I’m afraid.”
“I—now—I dess was lookin’ for his bark,” said Jane, and her lips began to quiver as they always did just before she burst into tears.