CHAPTER X.The Dramatic Club.
While Jack was hopping gayly about on his crutches, poor Jill was feeling the effects of her second fall, and instead of sitting up, as she hoped to do after six weeks of rest, she was ordered to lie on a board for two hours each day.

Not an easy penance, by any means, for the board was very hard, and she could do nothing while she lay there, as it did not slope enough to permit her to read without great fatigue of both eyes and hands.

So the little martyr spent her first hour of trial in sobbing, the second in singing, for just as her mother and Mrs.Minot were deciding in despair that neither she nor they could bear it, Jill suddenly broke out into a merry chorus she used to hear her father sing:-- "Faut jouer le mirliton, Faut jouer le mirlitir, Faut jouer le mirliter, Mir--li--ton." The sound of the brave little voice was very comforting to the two mothers hovering about her, and Jack said, with a look of mingled pity and admiration, as he brandished his crutch over the imaginary foes,-- "That's right! Sing away, and we'll play you are an Indian captive being tormented by your enemies, and too proud to complain.

I'll watch the clock, and the minute time is up I'll rush in and rescue you." Jill laughed, but the fancy pleased her, and she straightened herself out under the gay afghan, while she sang, in a plaintive voice, another little French song her father taught her:-- "J'avais une colombe blanche, J'avais un blanc petit pigeon, Tous deux volaient, de branche en branche, Jusqu'au faite de mon dongeon: Mais comme un coup de vent d'automne, S'est abattu la, l'epervier, Et ma colombe si mignonne Ne revient plus au colombier." "My poor Jean had a fine voice, and always hoped the child would take after him.

It would break his heart to see her lying there trying to cheer her pain with the songs he used to sing her to sleep with," said Mrs.Pecq, sadly.
"She really has a great deal of talent, and when she is able she shall have some lessons, for music is a comfort and a pleasure, sick or well," answered Mrs.Minot, who had often admired the fresh voice, with its pretty accent.
Here Jill began the Canadian boat-song, with great vigor, as if bound to play her part of Indian victim with spirit, and not disgrace herself by any more crying.