Aunt Ninette flew up and down the room wringing her hands and crying, "An arrow! an arrow! You have been shot! Shot in the arm! You will have a stiff arm all your life! You will be a cripple! You can never sew any more, nor do anything else! You will come to want! We shall all have to suffer for it! How unlucky we are! How are we to live, how can we ever get along, if your arm is lame ?" "Oh, Aunty dear, perhaps it will not be as bad as all that;" said the child sobbing, "did not papa tell us to remember: "God holds us in his hand God knows the best to send." "Certainly, of course that's true; but if you are lame, you will be lame;" said Mrs.Ehrenreich, whimpering, "it makes me perfectly desperate.

But go--no--come here to the water.

Where is Mrs.Kurd?
Somebody must go for the doctor." Dora went to the wash-basin, while her aunt ran for Mrs.Kurd, and begged her to send for the doctor to come immediately; it was a case of shooting, and no one could tell how dangerous it might prove.
The doctor came as quickly as possible.

He examined the wound, stopped the bleeding, bound it up without a word, in spite of Aunt Ninette's pertinacious attempts to make him express an opinion.

He then took his hat and made for the door.
But Aunt Ninette followed him up before he could make good his retreat.
"Do tell me, doctor, will her arm be lame?
Stiff all the rest of her life ?" "Oh, I trust not.