ee how we are after our fright."

"No, he won't come," said Dora with conviction, and she walked on
silently thinking to herself, "How strong and resolute he was, though he
is not a big man, and how little he minded being bitten. Men are
different from women. Of course, he is nothing to me, but I may be
permitted to admire his courage and coolness. No, he will not come, I
am sure of that, he is the last man to take advantage of an accident and
of his coming to our assistance. Even if he did, and I had ever cared
for him, and there had been no 'Robinson's,' it would be too late and
too bad to change one's mind after we had grown poor and had to work for
ourselves."

Dora was right. Tom Robinson did not come. He contented himself with
intercepting Dr. Millar on his rounds, learning that Dora and May were
no worse for their misadventure, and giving their father a piece of
information.

In consequence of that hint, and under the pretence of having Tray's
wounded leg properly seen to, he was, to May's intense chagrin and
disgust, despatched to a veterinary surgeon's, where he remained for
some time, returning at last a sadder and a wiser dog.

CHAPTER X.

LIFE IN AN HOSPITAL WARD.

St. Ebbe's was a model hospital, with every enlightened improvement in
the treatment of the sick poor, and every humane ordinance which the
highly developed skill and the strongly stimulated benevolence of the
nineteenth century could enforce.

Annie Millar was one of six lady probationers, including a bishop's
daughter, two daughters of squires, and three doctor's daughters like
herself. The matron was the widow of a doctor, who had been eminent
alike for professional talent and philanthropy. She was like-minded. If
she had not her late husband's knowledge and acumen as a medical man,
she had much of his experience, and was full of energy and determination
to better the world, the sick, and the poor, almost whether they would
or not. Very few people could look Mrs. Hull in the face and contradict
her high motives and determined will.

Fortunately, Annie's beauty had not worked the scathing destruction
which Mrs. Millar had anticipated with fear and trembling. An
inflammable medical student or two might have been just singed by the
fire of her charms; an older member of the fraternity might have
neglected for an instant to look up at the card above a bed in order to
turn his head and cast a second admiring glance after the new re