"Yes, sir.

A boy bit me--I mean a dog--a dog bit me." Mr.Williams murmured sympathetically: "That's too bad! Where did he bite you ?" "On the--right on the elbow." "Good gracious! Perhaps you ought to have it cauterized." "Sir ?" "Did you have a doctor look at it ?" "No, sir.

My mother put some stuff from the drug store on it." "Oh, I see.

Probably it's all right, then." "Yes, sir." Penrod drew breath more freely, and accepted the warm cookie Mrs.Williams brought him.

He ate it without relish.
"You can have only one apiece," she said.