I think that is why I like Malcolm; he always helps me, and he never cries.

And I am getting a great boy now; I was ten years old last week." Ten years old, though he seemed scarcely more than five, except by the old look of his face.

But Helen took no notice, only saying "that she hoped the doctors did not hurt him now." "No, that is all over.

Dr Hamilton says I am to be left to Nature, whatever that is; I overheard him say it one day.

And I begged of Mr.
Menteith not to shut me up any longer, or take me out only in my carriage, but to let me go about as I like, Malcolm carrying me-- isn't he a big, strong fellow?
You can't think how nice it is to be carried about, and see every thing--oh, it makes me so happy!" The tone in which he said "so happy" made the tears start to Helen's eyes.