WHILE FEN SLEPT
enough to counteract so long a time of utter helplessness. It was not really Mammy's fault that it happened. She thought he was there beside her, but instead he had run after his ball, which had bounced into the parkway, and the automobile was going so fast that it couldn't stop in time. That had been four years ago—four years that seem like your whole life, if you are only seven. And because he was still not mending as much as they had hoped, the doctor had said this fall, "Absolute change of air—sea voyage if possible—Mediterranean, perhaps." So they went away, and Father had refitted the yacht and met them. And he was stronger. He could sit up really straight for half an hour every day, now, without his back hurting too much. The doctor said that some day he would be able to walk a little, and that was something very wonderful to look forward to.
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