CHAPTER XIV
IN WHICH HARRY DOES A GOOD DEED, AND DETERMINES TO "FACE THE MUSIC"
While Harry sat by the stove in the ostlers' room, grieving at the intelligence he had received from Rockville, a little girl, so lame that she walked with a crutch, hobbled into the apartment.
"Is my father here?" she asked, in tones so sad that Harry could not help knowing she was in distress.
"I don't know as I am acquainted with your father," replied Harry.
"He is one of the ostlers here."
"Oh, Joseph Flint!"
"Yes; he has not been home to dinner or supper to-day, and mother is very sick."
"I haven't seen him to-day."