The face of the crippled child fell.
"Is he? I thought he was mine. I hoped he was. He came in one day, and I didn't know he belonged to anybody but me. I had been lying here so long I hoped he would always stay with me."
The face looked so sad. The large eyes looked wistful, and Mildred was sorry that she had claimed the dog. She thought for a moment.
"I will give him to you," she said, eagerly.
Molly's eyes lit up.
"Oh, will you? Thank you so much."
"Have you got anything to feed him on?" asked Mildred.
"Yes, some bones I put away for him." She pulled from under the side of the bed two bones wrapt in paper, and Roy at once seized them and began to gnaw at them.
"I have a roll here I will give him," said Mildred. "I shall have my lunch when I get back."
She held out her roll. Molly's eyes glistened.