But I
think you'll find Master Roy as plucky over the loss of his leg as he
ever was. Now lift your heart up to God and ask Him that he may overrule
it all for good. There goes the shop-bell!"
Old Principle disappeared, and Dudley soothed and comforted by his
sympathy, retraced his steps to the house.
Meanwhile Miss Bertram had been going through the trying ordeal of
breaking the news to the little invalid.
Roy was lying in bed, flushed and restless. His eyes looked unnaturally
large and bright, as he met his aunt's anxious gaze.
"I'm so tired of pain, Aunt Judy, and I can't get to sleep."
Miss Bertram sat down and smiled her brightest smile.
Taking his thin little hand in hers she said tenderly,
"Yes, dear, you've been a brave little patient, but I hope you won't
have much more to bear. You would like to be free from it, wouldn't
you?"
"Am I going to die?"
"We hope you're going to get quite well again, if God wills, and if you
will be a good boy and let the doctor cure you."
Roy's eyes were fixed intently on his aunt now.
"How are they going to cure me?"
Then Miss Bertram nerved herself for the occasion.
"Roy, dear, you have been so patient since you lay here, that I know you
will be patient over this.
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