CHAPTER VIII.
THE LETTER.
"Nurse Lucy," said Hildegarde that evening, as they sat in the porch after tea, "why have you never told me about Pink Chirk,--about her being a cripple, I mean?
I had no idea of it till I went to see her to-day.

How terrible it is!" "I wonder that I haven't told you, dear!" replied Nurse Lucy, placidly.
"I suppose I am so used to Pink as she is, I forget that she ever was like other people.

She is a dear, good child,--his 'sermon,' Jacob calls her.

He says that whenever he feels impatient or put out, he likes to go down and look at Pink, and hear her talk.

'It takes the crook right out of me!' he says.