"

"Oh dear me!" said Phonny. "Oh, go and call my mother. Oh dear me!"

Dorothy began to pull off Phonny's boot, while Stuyvesant went to call
Phonny's mother. Mrs. Henry was very much alarmed, when she heard that
Phonny had cut himself. She hurried out to him, and seemed to be in
great distress and anxiety. She kneeled down before him, while Dorothy
held him in her lap, and examined the foot. The cut was a pretty bad
one, just above the ankle.

"It is a very bad place for a cut," said she. "Bring me some water."

"I'll get some," said Stuyvesant.

So Stuyvesant went and got a bowl from a shelf in the kitchen, and
poured some water into it, and brought it to Mrs. Henry. Mrs. Henry
bathed the wound with the water, and then closing it up as completely
as possible, and putting a piece of sticking-plaster across to keep
the parts in place, she bound the ankle up with a bandage.

By this time Phonny had become quiet. His mother, when she had
finished bandaging the ankle, brought another stocking and put it on,
to keep the bandage in its place.

"There!" said she, "that will do. Now the first thing is to get him
into the other room."

So Dorothy carried Phonny in, and laid him down upon the sofa in the
great sitting-room.

That evening when Beechnut went to the village to get the letters at
the post-office, he stopped at the doctor's on his way, to ask the
doctor to call that evening or in the morning at Mrs. Henry's. The
doctor came that evening.

"Ah, Phonny," said he, when he came into the room, and saw Phonny
lying upon the sofa, "and what is the matter with you?"

"I have cut my foot," said Phonny.

"Cut your foot!" rejoined the doctor, "could not you find any thing
else to cut than your foot?"

Phonny laughed.

"I hope you have cut it in the right place," continued the doctor. "In
cutting your foot every thing depends upon cutting it in the right
place."

While the doctor was saying this, Mrs. Henry had drawn off Phonny's
stocking, and was beginning to unpin the bandage.

"Stop a moment, madam," said the doctor. "That bandage is put on very
nicely; it seems hardly worth while to disturb it. You can show me now
precisely where the wound was."

Mrs. Henry then pointed to the place upon the bandage, underneath
which the cut lay, and she showed also the direction and length of the
cut.

"Exactly," said the doctor. "You could not have cut your ankle,
Phonny, in a better place. A half an inch more, on