She got down from the wagon, taking a cushion with her. Ted followed, helping Baby William to the ground. The lame boy looked at Jan with a warm light in his gray eyes.
CHAPTER VII
THE FEATHER BED
“Do you live around here?” asked Ted, as the new boy made himself comfortable on the cushion which Jan placed on the grass.
“Yes, in that big red place,” and he pointed across a valley to where, on the side of a hill, stood a very large house.
“Do you live there?” inquired Ted, in some envy. He thought it would be great fun to live in a house that looked large enough to hold five or six houses as big as grandpa’s house at Cherry Farm.
“Yes, I live there,” he answered, smiling again.
“It must be fine!” cried Jan, with sparkling eyes. “I’d like to live in a place like that. I mean for a little while,” she added quickly. “Of course I like our own home best and there is no place nicer than Cherry Farm!”
“I should think not!” cried the lame boy, as he looked over the green fields and at the trees. “I love it here. That’s why I come over this way every time I can to sit and look.”
“I should think you’d like it over where you live,” and Ted pointed to the big red house across the valley.
“Oh, yes, it is nice there. But there are so many of us that sometimes a fellow can’t be quiet unless he comes away by himself. It isn’t all of ’em who can, worse luck! I can travel better than most of ’em. There’s some who can’t get away at all.”