But she drew back, nestling against Faber.
"Amanda! come, dear," said Miss Drake.

"How kind of Dr.Faber to bring you home! I'm afraid you've been a naughty child again--running out into the street." "Such a g'eat 'ide!" cried Amanda, heedless of reproof.

"A yeal 'ossy--big! big!" She spread her arms wide, in indication of the vastness of the upbearing body whereon she sat.

But still she leaned back against the doctor, and he awaited the result in amused silence.

Again her aunt raised her hands to take her.
"Mo' 'yide!" cried the child, looking up backward, to find Faber's eyes.
But her aunt caught her by the feet, and amid struggling and laughter drew her down, and held her in her arms.
"I hope your father is pretty well, Miss Drake," said the doctor, wasting no time in needless explanation.
"Ducky," said the girl, setting down the child, "go and tell grandpapa how kind Dr.Faber has been to you.