It was very small, unpainted and dreary-looking, having a narrow courtyard between it and the road.

As the gig was very slowly going past, Daisy uttered an exclamation, the first word she had uttered in a long while.
"O Dr.Sandford!--what is that?
Something is the matter!" "No," said the doctor coolly, "nothing is the matter--more than usual." "But a woman was on her hands and knees on the ground?
wasn't it a woman ?" "Yes.

She cannot move about in any other way.

She is a cripple." "She cannot stand up ?" said Daisy, looking distressed and horrified.
"No.

She has no use of her lower limbs.