For one moment Miss Carew stared bewildered at the group in the middle of the road, the little blue-clad girl, the yellow dog, and the basket of groceries all on the ground in the dust together; then she saw that something was wrong, and sprang out quickly to their assistance.
"Why, brownie! What has happened ?" she cried, alarmed.

"Dick, oh, poor old doggie, whatever have you been doing ?" Well she might ask, for poor Dick was covered with dust.

He had a lump on his head, and a cut on his shoulder, and he could not help whining, as he made another effort to rise to greet her.
Then, amidst sobs and tears Huldah told her story, and Dick meanwhile looked up at her, a little protecting whimper escaping him from time to time.

Now that the strain was over, and relief had come, Huldah broke down completely for a time.

She was trembling in every limb, and was white to the lips.