He looked
up and his eyes were red and swollen.
"Master Dudley, is it true, is he going to lose his legs?"
Dudley stood looking at him for a minute before he spoke, and then he
said, "Yes, it's all that hateful doctor!"
Rob dropped his head on his arms again and a smothered groan escaped
him.
Dudley continued his run out into the stableyard, from thence to the
road, and he never stopped till he reached old Principle's little
three-cornered shop.
Old Principle was busy serving customers when he came in; he gave him a
friendly nod, and went on with his business whilst Dudley crept into the
little back parlor, and sitting down in an old horsehair chair tried to
recover his breath. It was not long before old Principle came after him.
"Well, my laddie," he said, laying his hand on the curly head, "there's
sad news going through the village this morning, and I see by your face
that 'tis true!"
Dudley nodded and then seizing hold of the old man's hand, leaned his
head against it and burst into tears.
"Why does God do it!" he sobbed at length, "Roy is so much better than I
am, he's always trying to please God, though he never talks about it,
and I've prayed so hard that he might be made quite well!"
"Ay, and the good Lord is making him well perhaps though not by the way
you planned.
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