Oh me! my headache, madam!' The poor mother turned away.

It was more than she could bear alone.
Dorothy entered the room, and she rose and left it, that she might go to mother Mary as the child had said.
Dorothy's cares were divided between the duties of naiad and nursemaid, for the child clung to her as to no one else except her mother.

The thing that pleased her best was to see the two whale-like spouts rise suddenly from the nostrils of the great white horse, curve away from each other aloft in the air, and fall back into the basin on each side of him.

'See horse spout,' she would say moanfully; and that instant, if Dorothy was not present, a messenger would be despatched to her.

On a bright day this would happen repeatedly.