At any rate Grandpa Martin was given quite a sum of money for his cherry crop, and he could afford to give the hundred dollars to the Home for Crippled Children.
“Is Hal going to be cured?” asked Ted one day, after he, with Jan and Trouble, had been for a ride with Nicknack.
“The doctor is going to try to cure him to-morrow,” said Mother Martin. “We are to go over the day following and see how he is.”
And when they went, they found Hal sitting in an easy chair, his feet and legs covered with blankets. He was very pale, but he smiled.
“Oh!” exclaimed Jan a bit sadly, “can’t you—walk?”
“He will soon walk better than ever,” said the nurse softly.
“And then you’ll see me chase after the Mosquito Dwarf and drive him away from Princess Blue Eyes!” laughed Hal. “Just wait! I’ll run a race with Nicknack soon.”
“But don’t get our goat too tired,” said Jan. “For we may want to give the Princess Blue Eyes a ride.”
“That’s so!” laughed Hal. “We’ll ride her to her golden throne, down by the ocean waves where the green palms grow, and then——”
He stopped and seemed to be looking away, past the white clouds that were scudding across the blue sky.