When we reached home I went at once upstairs to my room, and Uncle Theodore retired to his den.
Neither of us has ever mentioned the subject since.
Cousin Ned is around morning, noon, and night now. He is walking with a crutch, having had his shin kicked at a foot-ball match.
June 20th, 1——
I went with grandmother to-day on her weekly visit to the "Home for Incurable Children." Grandmother goes to carry her presents, and "to cheer up the little folk," she says; I went prompted by curiosity.
We were ushered in by a cheery, wholesome-looking maid who knew grandmother, and gave her the freedom of the house.
We first entered the ward where the older children were kept, and there grandmother distributed her books and pictures.
While she sat to rest I wandered from one cot to another, where white little faces looked up at me, pleasantly answering my questions, or volunteering information.
"I am a new patient," one midget said, with a placid air of importance.