They hardly spoke all the way; and Dolly, by this time, tired out by all her adventures, had fallen fast asleep.
Chapter Fourteen.
Happy Again.
It was two or three days after Fuzzy’s running away with the perambulator that nurse, who was now quite well again, came in to breakfast in the nursery with a grave face, and without, as usual, Baby Dolly in her arms.
“Where’s baby?” said Leigh; and Mary, who was deeply engaged with her bowl of bread-and-milk, looked up.
“Where’s Baby Dolly, nursie?” she said, in turn.
“In bed,” nurse answered, “in bed and fast asleep. She’s had a bad night, and she only fell really asleep when it was about time for getting up. So of course I didn’t wake her.”
“Is she ill?” asked Leigh; and both he, and Mary and Artie, looked at nurse so anxiously that she felt sorry for them.