A tempting-looking bunch of berries hung from a tree near her, and she thought that if she could reach them they might be of some slight use in allaying the pangs of hunger felt by both her and her dog.

She was at once on her feet, and straining all her limbs to reach the berries.
They were caught, the branch broke, and Hetty fell down the bank, twisting her foot and spraining her ankle badly.
After the first cry wrung from her by the shock she was very silent; and having gathered herself up as well as she could, she sat on the ground, unable to attempt to stand.

The pain was excessive, and great tears rolled down her cheeks as she endured it.

Scamp gazed at her piteously, snuffed all round her, and looked as if he would like to take her on his back and carry her home.

She threw her arms round his neck and hugged him.
"No, you can't help me, Scampie, dear, and I don't know what is to become of us.