was killed in it. I sha'n't ever see him again."
Vainly the nurse tried to explain to him that Dapples was all right, and that he would see him soon, but she could not get out of the boy's head the idea that Sir Wilton had been killed.
As Freckles insisted on the following day that Sir Wilton had been killed, and seemed much worse, the steward at the hospital, without telling any one, after getting leave of the superintendent, tried a novel experiment. He had read once of how Archie Roosevelt had been sick, and Kermit, his brother, had conceived the idea that if he could see his favorite pony it would cure him. So Kermit had coaxed the pony into the elevator at the White House, and had conducted the small horse safely to his brother's room on the third floor. If that sort of thing could be done in the White House, it could be done in the hospital, especially as the children's ward was on the first floor.
