Mrs. Woodbourne instantly caught up the little girl in her arms, and
sat down on the sofa with her on her lap, while Winifred buried her
hand in her pocket-handkerchief, screaming and sobbing violently.
Fido slunk away under the sofa; and Elizabeth hastily made her way
through the circle of ladies who surrounded Mrs. Woodbourne.
'That is what comes of teazing him,' said Mrs. Hazleby reproachfully
to Edward; who answered in a loud voice, 'I am sure I did not make
him do it.'
Elizabeth knelt down by Mrs. Woodbourne, and began to unroll the
handkerchief in which Winifred had wound up her hand; but she was
prevented by a fresh scream from the patient.
'Oh! my dear, never mind, do not cry; come, be a brave woman,' said
poor Mrs. Woodbourne, her voice quivering with alarm.
'Poor little dear!' exclaimed Mrs. Dale, 'she bears it like a little
angel; but it is quite a severe bite.'
'Mamma,' said Elizabeth, rising, 'I think she had better come up-
stairs with me. Do not you come, Mamma; I will send for you, if--if
it is more than a scratch.'
She took Winifred in her arms and carried her off, followed by Mrs.
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