He had expected a lodger; but what was this apparition?
"Please come in," said he, bewildered; "it's a shocking room to ask you into, and--Timothy, introduce me to your friend." Raby smiled; and how the crippled lad thought it brightened the room! "Tim and I are friends," said she, lifting up the child to give him a kiss.

"I'm afraid you are very badly hurt.

I heard of the fire as I came up." "No, I'm all right; I'm never very active.

In fact, I can only move my hands and my head, as Timothy says.

I can't run, I'm a cripple.