"He is sitting down now, by the table, with his head on his arms.

He looks as if he might be crying about something." "I wish he didn't feel bad," said Jules, with a swift rush of pity.

"He has been so good to me ever since he sent Brossard away.

Sometimes I think that he must feel as much alone in the world as I do, because all his family are dead, too.

Before I broke my leg I was making him a little Christmas tree, so that he need not feel left out when we had the big one.