"I'd like to get inside of her brain, and see what was there," Hal would sometimes remark.
The chickens had to be made ready and taken to market this year without any of Hal's assistance. And then he began to wonder if he ever would get well? Suppose he did not?
[CHAPTER XIII.]
FROM GRAY SKIES TO BLUE.
They were pretty poor, to be sure,—poor as in the hardest of times. There were the chickens, and Granny could make a bit of broth for Hal; but Kit and Charlie raced like deers, and had appetites. After Granny bought them clothes and shoes, the funds were rather low. Hal guessed at it all, but Granny never made any complaints.
He had begun a tidy in red-and-white diamond-shaped blocks; but it seemed to grow upon his hands; and one day when Dot called it a beautiful bedcrilt, for her tongue still had a few kinks in it, a new idea crept into his brain.
"Do you think it would make a pretty spread?" he asked Mrs. Howard rather timidly, during a call.
"Why, it would, to be sure, and so serviceable! It is a bright idea, Hal."