You, Jack, go down to the kitchen and ask Mary for a basin of warm water and a sponge, and don't let your mother or Laura hear you." A few minutes later, the young man had bathed my bleeding ears and tail, and had rubbed something on them that was cool and pleasant, and had bandaged them firmly with strips of cotton.

I felt much better and was able to look about me.
I was in a small stable, that was evidently not used for a stable, but more for a play-room.

There were various kinds of toys scattered about, and a swing and bar, such as boys love to twist about on; in two different corners.

In a box against the wall was a guinea pig, looking at me in an interested way.

This guinea pig's name was Jeff, and he and I became good friends.