“She’s all right,” whispered Rose; “there will be some one near if she wakes?”
Marcus nodded.
“Then I shall go home—give me that poor crab.”
Marcus was afraid it was dead. Rose said all Sandy’s pets died young. They walked back to the lodgings together, in silence.
At the door he stopped. “I can’t thank you,” he said.
“There’s nothing to thank me for—I love children.”
“There is one thing I want to say—it will be all right with Flueyn.”
He asked her not to thank him, he said there was nothing to thank him for. She laughed, then added shyly, “How little you know!”
XI
A dog may be a dog and something more;