THE SPRAINED ANKLE.
Harry has been a long, long time at the window, watching the boys as they go past on their sleds. It is a bright afternoon, and they are enjoying the coasting very much.
Harry draws a long sigh, which makes his mamma look up from her work, and say,—
"I know it is hard for you, darling; but think what might have happened to Johnny if you had not saved him."
Would you like to know what it is which keeps Harry in-doors while there is so much fun outside?
Well, while he is counting the sleds as they go down the long hill in front of the house, I will tell you.
It was on Saturday afternoon, a week ago. He was out coasting with the other boys. Johnny Ware, a little fellow only five years old, was with them.
Harry and several other boys were going very swiftly down the hill as Johnny was coming up.
"Get out of the way!" shouted one boy.
"Look out, Johnny, turn to the right!" cried another. But the little fellow did not know which was right, and, being bewildered, stood still. The sleds were almost upon him, and it seemed as if he must be run over, when Harry caught him, and threw him one side, but not in season to save his own ankle.