Great red welts lay across them, and one arm was blue with a big mottled bruise.
Joyce shivered and closed her eyes an instant to shut out the sight that brought the quick tears of sympathy.
"Oh, you poor little thing!" she cried.

"I'm going to tell madame." "No, don't!" begged Jules.

"If Brossard ever found out that I had told anybody, I believe that he would half kill me.

He punishes me for the least thing.

I had no breakfast this morning because I dropped an old plate and broke it." "Do you mean to say," cried Joyce, "that you have been out here in the field since sunrise without a bite to eat ?" Jules nodded.
"Then I'm going straight home to get you something." Before he could answer she was darting over the fields like a little flying squirrel.
"Oh, what if it were Jack!" she kept repeating as she ran.