Looks more as if that lamb had bumped its itsy witsy heady and made it bleed. That's some Indian 'mark' that the maker of the basket put on it. Don't try to get up any excitement over that." Alfy shook her head but Dorothy did not look up. She was searching the soft, wilted grass that lined the basket; and, in the bottom, tied to a bunch of faded flowers was a little glistening stone.