Enna wanted me to stay with her till that was over, but I couldn't
think of it with all these children fretting and worrying to get down here
out of the heat. So I told her I'd leave Cal to take care of her and
Molly.
"Dick's with them too. He's old enough to be useful now, and Molly clings
to him far more than to her mother."
"Isn't it dreadful," said Virginia, "to think that that fall down-stairs
has made her a cripple for life? though nobody thought she was much hurt
at first."
"Poor child! how does she bear it?" asked her uncle.
"She doesn't know how to bear it at all," said Mrs. Conly; "she nearly
cries her eyes out."
"No wonder," remarked the grandfather; "it's a terrible prospect she has
before her, to say nothing of the present suffering. And her mother has no
patience with her; pities herself instead of the child."
"No," said Mrs. Conly, "Enna was never known to have much patience with
anybody or anything."
"But Dick's good to her," remarked Isadore.
"Yes," said Arthur, "it's really beautiful to see his devotion to her and
how she clings to him. And it's doing the lad good;--making a man of
him.
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