us," said Bobbie, indignantly answering Peter's unspoken reproach. "I never thought of your coming in. And hearing about blood and wounds does really make me feel most awfully funny. It was only a joke our tying him up. Let me untie you, Pete."
"I don't care if you never untie me," said Peter; "and if that's your idea of a joke—"
"If I were you," said the Doctor, though really he did not quite know what to say, "I should be untied before your Mother comes down. You don't want to worry her, just now, do you?"
"I don't promise anything about not saying about wounds, mind," said Peter, in very surly tones, as Bobbie and Phyllis began to untie the knots.
"I'm very sorry, Pete,' Bobbie whispered, leaning close to him as she fumbled with the big knot under the settle; "but if you only knew how sick you made me feel."
"You've made me feel pretty sick, I can tell you," Peter rejoined. Then he shook off the loose cords, and stood up.
"I looked in," said Dr. Forrest,"to see if one of you would come along to the surgery. There are some things that your Mother will want at once,
