"I'll want it by-and-by to help take care of mother and the girls." "You're a brave little fellow," said Dr.Diggs, patting him on the head, "so then we'll go at it at once." "Stop," cried Charlie, "let mother put her arm round my neck so, and Es, you hold the good hand.

Now then, I'm all right--fire away!" and clenching his lips hard, he waited for the doctor to commence the operation of setting his arm.

Charlie's mother tried to look as stoical as possible, but the corners of her mouth would twitch, and there was a nervous trembling of her under-lip; but she commanded herself, and only when Charlie gave a slight groan of pain, stooped and kissed his forehead; and when she raised her head again, there was a tear resting on the face of her son that was not his own.

Esther was the picture of despair, and she wept bitterly for the misfortune which had befallen her pet brother; and when the operation was over, refused to answer poor Caddy's questions respecting Charlie's injuries, and scolded her with a warmth and volubility that was quite surprising to them all.
"You must not be too hard on Caddy," remarked Mr.Ellis.

"She feels bad enough, I'll warrant you.