We'll have to tie it right up and keep the bothersome old dust from getting in.

By morning you'll hardly feel it." With a soldier's readiness he opened his coat and began to tear a strip from his shirt from which to make a bandage.

But his small daughter interrupted him with a vigorous protest.
"Wait!" she cried, with a face full of alarm at the willful destruction of his garment.

"Don't do that.

Here! You can take it off my petticoat." "_That_ petticoat," her father laughed, with the first real mirth she had heard for many weeks.