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where his col ar is, look - and his teeth went through the col ar, not real y into Tim"s neck.
    It"s real y not much more than a graze.”
    Anne was leaning against the wal , looking sick, and Dick suddenly felt as if his legs were wobbly again. He couldn"t help thinking what would have happened if the three savage dogs had bitten George instead of Timmy. Good old George! She was as brave as a lion!
    “What a thing to happen!” said old Mrs. Jones, upset. “Why for did you let him loose, my boy? You should have waited for my Morgan to come along with his dogs, and tell them your Timmy was a friend.”
    “I know,” said George, stil on her knees beside Timmy. “It was al my fault. Oh, Timmy, I"m so thankful you"ve only got that one small bite. Mrs. Jones, have you any iodine? I must put some on at once.”
    But before Mrs. Jones could answer, the giantlike figure of Morgan came round the corner of the barn, his three dogs, extremely subdued now, at his heels.
    “Hey?” he said, enquiringly, looking at the four children and his mother.
    “The dogs attacked this one,” explained his mother. “You shouted just in time, Morgan.
    But he"s not much hurt. You should have seen this boy here - the one the dog belongs to -
    he stood in front of his dog, and fought off Tang, Bob and Dai!”
    Julian couldn"t help smiling to hear George continual y cal ed a boy - but, standing there in snow-trousers and coat, a wool en cap on her short hair, she looked very like a sturdy boy.

    “Please come and get the iodine,” said George, anxiously, seeing a drop of blood drip from Timmy"s neck on to the white snow. Morgan took a step forward and bent down to look at Timmy.
    He made a small scornful sound and stood up again. “He"s al right,” he said, and walked off.
    George stared after him angrily. It was his dogs that had attacked and hurt Timmy - and he hadn"t even been sorry about it! She felt so angry that tears came suddenly into her eyes. She blinked them away, ashamed.
    “I don"t think I want to stay here,” she said, loudly and clearly. “Those dogs wil be sure to attack Timmy again. They might kil him. I shal go home.”
    “Now, now, you"re just upset,” said kind old Mrs. Jones, taking George"s arm. George shook off her hand, scowling. “I"m not upset. I"m just angry to think my dog should have been attacked for nothing - and I"m sure he"ll be attacked again. And I want to see to his neck. I"m going indoors.”
    She stalked off with Timmy at her heels, her head well up, bitterly ashamed of two more tears that suddenly ran down her cheeks. It wasn"t like old George to cry! But she was stil not quite herself after being il . The other three looked at one another.
    “Go with her, Anne,” said Julian, and Anne obediently ran after George. Julian turned to the worried old woman.
    “You shouldn"t stand out here in the cold,” he said, seeing that she was shivering, and pul ing her shawl more closely round her. “George wil soon be al right. Don"t take any notice of what she says.”
    “She! What, isn"t she a boy, then?” said Mrs. Jones, in surprise. “Is it a girl she is - as brave as that? Now there"s a fine thing, to be sure! What"l Morgan say to that? But now, surely she won"t go home, wil she?”
    “No,” said Julian, hoping he was right. You never could tell with George! “She"ll soon get over it. If we could get some iodine it would help, though! She"s always terrified of wounds going bad, where Timmy is concerned.”
    “Come away in, then,” said Mrs. Jones, and hurried back to the farmhouse, refusing Julian"s hand over the snow. What an independent little old woman!
    George was in the living-room with Timmy. She had got some water and was bathing the wound with her handkerchief, having first taken off Tim"s col ar.
    “I"l fetch you the iodine, boy,” said Mrs. Jones, forgetting again that George was a girl.
    She ran to her kitchen, and came back with a big bottle of brown liquid. George took it