“I think it was very brave in him to run after that snake and kill it,” remarked Maud Dinsmore.
Just then the boy appeared at the door. He was half breathless with excitement.
“The men have found another, and killed it, too,” he announced.
“Ah, I am glad to hear it!” said his father; “it was doubtless the mate of the first one, and now we may hope we will be troubled with no more of them.”
“What’s the matter with you, Lulu? you weren’t bitten too, were you?” asked Max in sudden alarm, as he caught sight of the pale face on the sofa pillow.
“No,” said his father; and several young voices began an eager recital of what she had done for Rosie.
Max’s eyes sparkled. “I’m proud of you, Lu,” he said, going to the side of her couch.
“’Twasn’t much; anybody could have done it,” she returned, coloring and looking embarrassed.
“But ’tisn’t everybody that would,” Max said. “So dreadfully disagreeable; not to say dangerous. Wasn’t it dangerous, papa?”
“No; unless she had a scratch or sore about her mouth; which I think she has not,” with a somewhat startled, anxious look at Lulu.