He proceeded to open the lids, in spite of Dickie's wail of pain; while Cherry stood by trembling, having well understood the tenor of the foregoing conversation.
"It does hurt me," said Dickie, trying to draw away.
"Ah, well," said the doctor, letting him go; "time will show. Can you see me now, or your sister?"
But Dickie only buried his head in Meg's bosom, and would not be persuaded to try.
Just as the doctor was going out at the door he turned back and addressed Cherry.
"My little girl, are you old enough to have left school?"
"Yes, sir; I passed all the Standards just before mother died."
"Indeed?—and what are you thinking of turning your hand to?"
"Anything I can get," answered Cherry, blushing.
"Because the girl who used to clean my steps every morning has gone to a regular place, and I want some one else. Would you like to do it?"