'If people would but let children alone,' said Elizabeth, as the two
little girls departed hand in hand; 'it puts me out of all patience
to see her first made silly by being pitied, and then told she is an
angel. Too bad and too silly, I declare.'
'You should consider a little, my dear, and not speak so hastily,'
said gentle Mrs. Woodbourne; 'they mean it kindly.'
'Mistaken kindness,' said Elizabeth, as she opened the drawing-room
door.
In a moment they were overwhelmed with inquiries for 'the sweet
little sufferer,' as Mrs. Dale called her.
'I only hope there is no fear of the dog's being mad,' observed that
lady.
'Oh! there is no danger of that,' said Elizabeth, knowing how such a
terror would dwell on Mrs. Woodbourne's spirits. 'See, he can
drink.'
Mrs. Hazleby had taken possession of the cream-jug, which had
accompanied the coffee, and was consoling the offender by pouring
some of its contents into a saucer for him.
'But I thought it was water that mad dogs refuse,' said Mrs. Dale.
'Mad dog!' cried Mrs. Hazleby, 'he is as mad as I am, I fancy; it was
quite enough to make him bite when Edward there was pulling his
ears.
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