I sat up in my box and looked about me.

I felt as if I was going to die, and, though I was very weak, there was something inside me that made me feel as if I wanted to crawl away somewhere out of sight.

I slunk out into the yard, and along the stable wall, where there was a thick clump of raspberry bushes.

I crept in among them and lay down in the damp earth.

I tried to scratch off my bandages, but they were fastened on too firmly, and I could not do it.
I thought about my poor mother, and wished she was here to lick my sore ears.