"Ay; ain't yer heerd?"
"Heerd what?" said Benny, growing paler than ever.
"Why, she's got hurt," said the other.
"Are 'e sure, now?" said Benny, great tears starting in his eyes.
"Ay, quite sure. I seed the perlice myself takin' her to the 'firmary."
"Oh, no! 't aint true, are it, Bill? Say yer a-foolin' me," said Benny, trembling from head to foot.
"I wish it weren't true," said, the lad, "but I seed 'em pick her up mysel', an' I's 'feared she's dead; she looked like it."
"Did a 'bus run over her?"
"No. A big dog runned agin her, an' she fell with her yed on a sharp stone."
"Yer quite sure, Bill?"