She wondered in her own mind how he _could_ be tired of such an interesting pet, and asked her to take it, just to get rid of it! About this time, Mr.Parlin bought for Prudy a little armed-chair, which rolled about the floor on wheels.

This Prudy herself could propel with only the outlay of a very little strength; but there were days when she did not care to sit in it at all.

Prudy seemed to grow worse.

The doctor was hopeful, very hopeful; but Mrs.Parlin was not.
Prudy's dimpled hands had grown so thin, that you could trace the winding path of every blue vein quite distinctly.

Her eyes were large and mournful, and seemed to be always asking for pity.