10/17 "Compound fracture of the right arm, Miss," she whispered, "and badly bruised about the head, as they all were. Poor Mr.Breen was the worst." Ruth looked at her in astonishment. That was why he had not lifted his hat, she thought to herself, as she tiptoed into the sick room and sank to her knees beside her father's bed. Who came with you ?" "Aunt Felicia and Uncle Peter," she whispered as she stroked his uninjured hand. |