But it was a long time before the impression was effaced from the child's imagination.
Dora had been standing by the hedge, as usual, hoping that the children would come into the garden, when Wili and Lili appeared with the bow.

She had watched the progress of their undertaking with the greatest interest.
At last, off flew the arrow; and in a second, the sharp point pierced the little girl's bare arm.

Dora groaned aloud with pain.

The arrow fell to the ground; it had not penetrated deep enough to hold at all; but the blood followed, and trickled along her arm and hand, and down upon her dress.

At this sight Dora forgot her pain in her fear.