"Heerd what?" said Benny, growing paler than ever.
"Why, she's got hurt," said the other.
"Are 'e sure, now?" said Benny, great tears starting in his eyes.
"Ay, quite sure. I seed the perlice myself takin' her to the 'firmary."
"Oh, no! 't ain't true, are it. Bill? Say yer a-foolin' me," said Benny, trembling from head to foot.
"I wish it weren't true," said the lad; "but I seed 'em pick her up mysel', an' I's 'feared she's dead; she looked like it."
"Did a 'bus run over her?"
"No. A big dog runned agin her, an' she fell with her yed on a sharp stone."
"Yer quite sure. Bill?"
"Ay, quite," said the lad; "but go to the 'firmary an' see for yoursel'."
"Which way?" said Benny.
"Haaf-way up Brownlow Hill, an' roun' to the left; a mighty big 'ouse."
And off Benny started, like the wind. By dint of many inquiries he found himself in the right street, but looking in vain for the Infirmary.
Just then a policeman came up.
"Could yer tell me where the 'firmary are, please?" said Benny, doffing his cap.
"Why, there, right afore your eyes."
"What, that?" said Benny, pointing to the huge building.
