Just a bump on the head; eh?" and he
smiled genially, as he took her hand.
"Yes, I feel pretty well, except that my head aches," said Grace,
rather wanly.
"I don't blame it. With that fall they say you got it is a wonder you
have any head left," and he put out his hand to feel her pulse,
nodding in a satisfied sort of way.
"How-- how is little Dodo?" faltered Grace.
Dr. Morrison did not answer at once. He seemed to be studying Grace.
"How is she-- much hurt?" Grace asked again.
"Well, we will hope for the best," he answered as cheerfully as he
could. "I can't say for sure, but her left leg isn't in the shape I'd
like to see it. I am afraid the horse stepped on it. But there, don't
worry. We will hope for the best."
"Little Dodo's sister is my best chum," explained Grace, the tears
coming into her eyes. "Oh, when I saw her running toward Prince I
thought I would faint! Poor little dear! I called to her, but she
would not mind."
"That was the trouble," explained Mrs. Watson, who had been
ministering to Grace, "she seemed just wild to get out in the rain."
"Well, it may yet come out all right," said Dr.
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