hyme in his orders--

'To be kept cool and quiet,
With light nourishing diet.'

Under which treatment Amelia was soon pronounced to be well.

She made another attempt to relate her adventures, but she found that
not even Nurse would believe in them.

"Why you told me yourself I might meet with the fairies," said Amelia,
reproachfully.

"So I did, my dear," Nurse replied, "and they say that it's that put it
into your head. And I'm sure what you say about the dwarfs and all is
as good as a printed book, though you can't think that ever I would
have let any dirty clothes store up like that, let alone your frocks,
my dear. But for pity's sake, Miss Amelia, don't go on about it to your
mother, for she thinks you'll never get your senses right again, and
she has fretted enough about you, poor lady; and nursed you night and
day till she is nigh worn out. And anybody can see you've been ill,
Miss, you've grown so, and look paler and older like. Well, to be sure,
as you say, if you'd been washing and working for a month in a place
without a bit of sun, or a bed to lie on, and scraps to eat, it would
be enough to do it; and many's the poor child that has to, and gets
worn and old before her time. But, my dear, whatever you think, give in
to your mother; you'll never repent giving in to your mother, my dear,
the longest day you live."

So Amelia kept her own counsel. But she had one confidant.

When her parents brought the stock home on the night of Amelia's visit
to the haycocks, the bulldog's conduct had been most strange. His usual
good-humour appeared to have been exchanged for incomprehensible fury,
and he was with difficulty prevented from flying at the stock, who on
her part showed an anger and dislike fully equal to his.

Finally the bulldog had been confined to the stable, where he remained
the whole month, uttering from time to time such howls, with his snub
nose in the air, that poor Nurse quite gave up hope of Amelia's
recovery.

"For indeed, my dear, they do say that a howling dog is a sign of
death, and it was more than I could abear."

But the day after Amelia's return, as Nurse was leaving the room with a
tray which had carried some of the light nourishing diet ordered by the
doctor, she was knocked down, tray and all, by the bulldog, who came
tearing into the room, dragging a chain and dirty rope after him, and
nearly choked by the desperate efforts which had finally effected his
escape from