"Yes, it's broken," said the doctor gently, after feeling of the slim little hind leg that dragged so uselessly. "But we can mend it, Meg. I have splints right here."
While the others watched, Doctor Maynard tore off long white strips of cloth and selected two wooden splints. These he placed one on each side of the broken leg and then directed Meg to wind the strips firmly around while he held the splints in place. This was to make the leg grow strong and straight again.
"Doesn't it hurt?" demanded Twaddles curiously.
"Yes, it hurts him," admitted Doctor Maynard, stroking the head of the little dog. "But animals are splendid patients, and they seldom complain. Now, then, our little friend is about as good as new, except that he will have to go on three legs for a bit."
The telephone rang just then and it proved to be a call for the doctor.
"I'll have to run along, chicks," he said hurriedly. "Going to keep the dog, Meg?"
"If Mother doesn't care," answered Meg.
