But she had taken off the paper, and covered it with turkey red, and red cushions, and a quilt of brown holland and red bordering, to hide his crumpled legs, so that he looked quite comfortable.
I remember so well the first day that he came.

His father was a parson on the moors, and this boy had always wanted to go to school in spite of his infirmity, and at last his father brought him in a light cart down from the moors, to look at it; and when he got him out of the cart, he carried him in.

He was a big man, I remember, with grey hair and bent shoulders, and a very old coat, for it split a little at one of the seams as he was carrying him in, and we laughed.
When they got into the room, he put the boy down, keeping his arm round him, and wiped his face and said--"How deliciously cool!"-- and the boy stared all round with his great eyes, and then he lifted them to his father's face and said--"I'll come here.

I do like it.

But not to-day, my back is so bad." And what makes me know that Horace was wrong, and that Mrs.Wood had made no mistake about the letters of the text, is that "Cripple Charlie"-- as we called him--could see it so well with lying down.