CHAPTER IX.
A GREAT DISCOVERY.
"Only two more nights till Christmas eve, two more nights, two more nights," sang Joyce to Jules in a sort of chant.

She was sitting beside his bed with a box in her lap, full of little dolls, which she was dressing.

Every day since his accident she had been allowed to make him two visits,--one in the morning, and one in the afternoon.

They helped wonderfully in shortening the long, tedious days for Jules.

True, Madame Greville came often with broths and jellies, Cousin Kate made flying visits to leave rare hothouse grapes and big bunches of violets; Clotilde hung over him with motherly tenderness, and his uncle looked into the room many times a day to see that he wanted nothing.
Jules's famished little heart drank in all this unusual kindness and attention as greedily as the parched earth drinks in the rain.