But for her we might have got out of it all much better than we did.

What happened was truly horrid.
As soon as Daisy saw the tigers she stopped short, and uttering a shriek like a railway whistle she fell flat on the ground.
'Fear not, gentle Indian maid,' Oswald cried, thinking with surprise that perhaps after all she did know how to play, 'I myself will protect thee.' And he sprang forward with the native bow and arrows out of uncle's study.
The gentle Indian maiden did not move.
'Come hither,' Dora said, 'let us take refuge in yonder covert while this good knight does battle for us.' Dora might have remembered that we were savages, but she did not.

And that is Dora all over.

And still the Daisy girl did not move.
Then we were truly frightened.

Dora and Alice lifted her up, and her mouth was a horrid violet-colour and her eyes half shut.