And Doctor Grant has been
telling me of a man in Parliament who took all the house by storm, and
brought in a most wonderful law that thousands of people blessed him
for, and he--he had a cork leg!"
Certainly Roy had not lost his buoyancy of spirits. Dudley drew a deep
breath of relief, and for the first time began to see brighter times
ahead.
"And I'm going to have a cork leg," went on Roy, "a leg that if I press
a spring I can kick out. Think of that!"
Dudley looked beaming, exclaiming,--
"And it will be very convenient to have a leg with no feeling, won't it,
especially about the knee when you're crawling along a wall with broken
bottles."
"I'm going to see Rob to-morrow," announced Roy, after a little more
conversation. "Has he learned to read while I have been ill?"
Dudley shook his head.
"No, we tried one afternoon on the wall, but we were too miserable, so
we stopped."
"Well, I can teach him here in bed. That's one thing you don't want a
leg to do!"
"I say, Roy," Dudley asked, very cautiously; "don't you feel very funny
without it?"
Roy looked away for a minute without answering, and then he said slowly:
"I try and not think about it. It will be worse when I get up--people
might think when they see me in bed that I'm all right, but they'll know
the truth when I'm up.
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