way. He did not mind being sent to his room, for he was too unhappy to want to play. He threw himself face down on his bed, and cried and cried.
After a long while, he heard-the doctor's carriage drive up to the house, and the doctor's feet come up-stairs. He lay still, listening for any sound from Moti's room; but he heard none. Then—it seemed an age afterwards—he saw the doctor drive away again. He was too nervous to keep still, so he walked restlessly about his room, taking up things and putting them down again. By-and-by the door-handle turned, and his mother appeared. Bobby rushed to her and looked up pitifully in her face. Mrs. Fane sat down and drew him on her knee.
"It's all right, you poor dear," she said gently. "The Doctor says Moti has not hurt her head badly, but that she ought not to have any kind of fright or excitement, because she is a very nervously ex-
