"Good-night." "Good-night.

Don't forget you're coming to see me." Sydney Burr smiled and, turning, climbed the steps with astonishing ease, using his crutches with a dexterity born of many years' dependence upon them.

His lower limbs, slender and frail, swung from side to side, mere useless appendages.

Neil sighed as he saw his new acquaintance out of sight, and then started on his errand with the tricycle.
"Poor duffer!" he muttered.

"And yet he seems cheerful enough, and looks happy.