"Is that better, miss?" she asked, with kindly sympathy, glad to notice that the colour was returning to Monica’s cheeks. She was, perhaps, the only one of all the servants who had any affection for the girl whose coming had upset the even tenor of the quiet household, and whose pranks gave them so much extra trouble. "Oh! yes, thanks, cook, it doesn’t ache quite so horribly now," she said, with a sigh of relief, as the woman bound the hand up in some soft old linen, and Monica prepared to leave the kitchen regions. But when she let her hand fall for a moment, a stifled groan escaped her lips, and she raised it quickly. "Let me make a sling of this old scarf, Miss Monica," said cook, suiting the action to the word, and hastily improvising a sling from a black and white check tie, which she produced from one of the huge dresser drawers. "It’s a mercy the skin ain’t broke." "Thanks," was all Monica could manage to say, for it required all her self-control to keep her lips firmly clenched, the aching was so intense. "Perhaps Barnes could find some soothin’ stuff to put on it, miss," she called after the girl, as she slowly ascended the kitchen stairs. Monica managed to reach the schoolroom door, where she came face to face with Barnes, who had been in search of her; and she had to tell the maid what had befallen her. "Dear, dear, Miss Monica," said Barnes, "’tis nothing but a chapter of accidents this morning; the missis so poorly, too. But there, ’tis one consolation the doctor will be here in a few minutes to see her (for she told me I’d better send for him), and he’ll soon put your hand to rights." She spoke more cheerfully than she felt, for Monica looked very unlike her usual self, and she feared she was going to be ill. "Just you have a bit of rest in this easy chair, miss," she said, pushing forward a cosy basket chair, and Monica sank among the cushions with relief. "Why, there’s the doctor’s gig, I do declare," added the maid, with satisfaction, as wheels sounded on the carriage drive. The fatherly old doctor, who knew Monica very well, although she had seldom required any of his physic, paid her a visit after he had attended to her grandmother. He examined the bite carefully, and commiserated with her on the unfortunate mishap, but said it was not at all a serious matter. He promised to send some lotion, and told her to keep her hand in a sling, and he hoped in a day or two there would be little more than bruises left. "But you mustn’t go and put your hand into the pony’s mouth again, my dear child," said he with a smile, "or you might not get off so easily again. I can’t quite understand how it happened yet."