appeared to excite a fierce spirit of resentment against the pail
in the mind of little Pomp.

He suddenly rushed forward impetuously and kicked the pail with
all the force he could muster.

But, alas for poor Pomp! His feet were unprotected by shoes, and
the sudden blow hurt him much more than the pail. The consequence
was a howl of the most distressing nature.

Frank had started forward to rescue Pomp from the consequences of
his precipitancy, but too late. He picked up the little fellow
and, carrying him out, strove to soothe him.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Frost examined Chloe's injuries. They were not so
great as she had anticipated. She learned on inquiry that the
water had not been scalding hot. There was little doubt that with
proper care she would recover from her injuries in a week or ten
days. But in the meantime it would not do to use the foot.

"What shall I do, missus?" groaned Chloe. "I ain't got nothin'
baked up. 'Pears like me and Pomp must starve."

"Not so bad as that, Chloe," said Mrs. Frost, with a reassuring
smile. "After we have you on the bed we will take Pomp home with
us, and give him enough food to last you both a couple of days.
At the end of that time, or sooner, if you get out, you can send
him up again."

Chloe expressed her gratitude warmly, and Mrs. Frost, calling in