Her anxiety led her to do so one afternoon and Bobby's teeth just penetrated through her stocking.

The clamor brought out Dutch Debby, who took the girl into her room and soothed her.

Esther had often wondered what uncanny mysteries lay behind that dark dog-guarded door and she was rather more afraid of Debby than of Bobby.
But that afternoon saw the beginning of a friendship which added one to the many factors which were moulding the future woman.

For Debby turned out a very mild bogie, indeed, with a good English vocabulary and a stock of old _London Journals_, more precious to Esther than mines of Ind.

Debby kept them under the bed, which, as the size of the bed all but coincided with the area of the room, was a wise arrangement.