"Gets on his legs, you mean?" His face had lost its fretted look; it was smiling a little.
"It's a frame leg he needs—one of the kind that lets out and stretches as he grows. Dr. Carmon's made him one—a sort of make-shift leg.... A good one costs two hundred and twenty-five dollars."
"Would you mind giving me a pencil and paper?" said Medfield.
Aunt Jane brought it from the table and he made a note.
"Two hundred and twenty-five, you said?"
She nodded. "If he don't have it—a good frame one—his leg will be the kind that flops all round.... I've seen beggars with 'em sometimes, selling pencils and so on. I can't hardly bear to see 'em that way!"
"I should think not! Horrible!"
"Then, there's Mrs. Pelton——"
"I don't seem to remember—Mrs. Pelton?" he said politely.
"Why she's the one you're—" Aunt Jane stopped suddenly.