Up to this, I had not thought what a queer-looking sight I must be.

Now I twisted round my head, saw the white bandage on my tail, and knowing I was not a fit spectacle for a pretty young lady like that, I slunk into a corner.
"Poor doggie, have I hurt your feelings ?" she said, and with a sweet smile at the boys, she passed by them and came up to the guinea pig's box, behind which I had taken refuge.

"What is the matter with your head, good dog ?" she said, curiously, as she stooped over me.
"He has a cold in it," said one of the boys with a laugh; "so we put a nightcap on." She drew back, and turned very pale.

"Cousin Harry, there are drops of blood on this cotton.

Who has hurt this dog ?" "Dear Laura," and the young man coming up, laid his hand on her shoulder, "he got hurt, and I have been bandaging him." "Who hurt him ?" "I had rather not tell you." "But I wish to know." Her voice was as gentle as ever, but she spoke so decidedly that the young man was obliged to tell her everything.