She has to lie day after day and suffer.

It is very hard for a little girl that loves to play, and can't read, and doesn't know how to pass the time; don't thee think so, Susan ?" It was certainly hard.

Prudy's round rosy face began to grow pale; and, instead of laughing and singing half the time, she would now lie and cry from pain, or because she really did not know what else to do with herself.
It was worst at night.

Hour after hour, she would lie awake, and listen to the ticking of the clock.

Susy thought it a pitiable case, when _she_, heard the clock strike _once_; but little Prudy heard it strike again and again.