“‘She’s just the same way, Mrs. Lucy.’
“‘No better?’
“‘Not much, ma’am. It’ll take a long time, the doctor says.’
“‘And are you, poor little tot, all alone in the house to do everything?’
“‘No, ma’am;—there’s father.’
“The sweet face gave her a sort of long, wistful look, and passed on. Sue stood there yet at the window, with her head leaning on her hand; and whatever was the reason, so dull of hearing that her father had come down, seated himself in his work-chair, and taken up his shoe, several minutes before she found it out. Then she left the window and came to him.
“‘What shall I do, father?’
“‘She’ll want you directly,’ said the cobbler. ‘She’s asleep now.’
“Sue stood still.