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. All the
time he was speaking, she kept touching me gently with her fingers. When
he had finished his account of rescuing me from Jenkins, she said,
quietly:

"You will have the man punished?"

"What is the use? That won't stop him from being cruel."

"It will put a check on his cruelty."

"I don't think it would do any good," said the young man, doggedly,

"Cousin Harry!" and the young girl stood up very straight and tall, her
brown eyes flashing, and one hand pointing at me; "will you let that
pass? That animal has been wronged, it looks to you to right it. The
coward who has maimed it for life should be punished. A child has a
voice to tell its wrong--a poor, dumb creature must suffer in silence;
in bitter, bitter silence. And," eagerly, as the young man tried to