Jamie seized Dorry's hand instantly, and out they went.
"Be careful!" called Charity, after her, setting a chair down hard at the same time. "Look out, or he'll get right under the cow's feet; he always does."
"I'll be careful," sang out Dorry. "Come as soon as you can. This delightful air will do you good." Then, seeing Ellen Eliza, the ten-year-old Danby girl, standing not far from the house, she led Jamie toward her.
"HE'S COMPLAININ'."
Ellen Eliza had a very tender heart. Every one who knew Mrs. Danby had heard of that tender heart more than once; and so Dorry was not in the least surprised to find Ellen Eliza in the act of "comforting" a draggled-looking fowl, which she held tenderly in her arms in spite of its protest.
"Is it hurt?" asked Dorry.
Ellen Eliza looked up with an anxious countenance as she murmured:
"Oh, no, not exactly hurt; he's complainin'. I think he's hungry, but he won't eat."