Here, Bobbie, sit down and take his head on your lap." Then Mother undid Peter's boots.

As she took the right one off, something dripped from his foot on to the ground.

It was red blood.

And when the stocking came off there were three red wounds in Peter's foot and ankle, where the teeth of the rake had bitten him, and his foot was covered with red smears.
"Run for water--a basinful," said Mother, and Phyllis ran.

She upset most of the water out of the basin in her haste, and had to fetch more in a jug.
Peter did not open his eyes again till Mother had tied her handkerchief round his foot, and she and Bobbie had carried him in and laid him on the brown wooden settle in the dining-room.