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, one side or the other, might have made you a cripple for life. You hit the right place exactly. It is a great thing for a boy who has a hatchet for a plaything, to know how to cut himself in the right place." [Illustration: THE DOCTOR'S VISIT.] The doctor then said that he would not disturb the bandage, as he had no doubt that the wound would do very well under the treatment which Mrs. Henry herself had administered. He said that in a few days he thought it would be nearly well. It might be prudent, however, he added, not to walk upon that foot in the mean time. There might be some small possibility in that case, of getting the wound irritated, so as to bring on an inflammation, and that might lead to serious consequences. The doctor then bade Phonny good-bye, telling him that he hoped he would be as patient and good-natured in bearing his confinement, as he had been dextrous in the mode of inflicting the wound. And so he went away. CHAPTER X. GOOD ADVICE.