Poor Dave! he had fallen from a tree last summer, and struck
his back, and the concussion had caused paralysis of the lower part of
the spine, so that he could not walk a step, and might not for years,
though the doctors gave hope that he would eventually recover the use
of his legs. The children gazed at him with the deepest interest and
sympathy, and they were perfectly astonished when, as the chair passed
them, Dave turned his head, and, in answer to their smiling greetings,
deliberately made a frightful face at them!
"Isn't he the rudest!" gasped Eva, as the procession--Miss Higginson
bringing up the rear--disappeared behind the doors of the guest room;
while Kate and Stevie were, for once in their lives, too amazed to be
able to express their feelings.
After what seemed a long time to the children, Mehitabel rejoined them.
"I am in a pucker," she said, sinking into a chair. Her curls were
disarranged, and her spectacles were pushed up on her forehead; she
looked worried. "And there isn't a creature to turn to for advice;
that Italian in the kitchen doesn't speak a blessed word of English,
and Guiseppi's not much better.
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