I'm glad to have him along--but to see him waste away, day by day, like Mary Dean's boy--" she broke off.
"Too bad! It's a pity," replied the neighbor.

"Sad--now it comes home to us.

My son Ted came in last night and said he'd talked with a boy who'd seen young Maynard and the strange soldier who was with him.
They must be worse off than Daren--Blair Maynard with only one leg and--" "Mother, where are you?
I'm hungry," called Lane, interrupting that conversation.
She came hurriedly in, at once fearful he might have heard, and solicitous for his welfare.
"Daren, you look better in daylight--not so white," she said.

"You sit down now, and let me get your breakfast." Lane managed to eat a little this morning, which fact delighted his mother.
"I'm going to see Dr.Bronson," said Lane, presently.

"Then I'll go to Manton's, and round town a little.