"Just so; the same thought has occurred to me, but we'll see what can be done. Good morning, Mr. Fisher."
"Good morning, sir, good morning."
And Mr. Fisher went his way to his farm, and Mr. Munroe to the station, to catch the noon train to Manchester.
Benny kept indoors seven whole days, and declared that they were the longest days of his life. But on the eighth morning he was out in the fields again with his arm in a sling. He could not work, so he took a book with him and lay down by a sunny hedge, and read till dinner-time. He would not be treated as an invalid.
"I'm all right but for my game arm," he said to Mrs. Fisher, when she brought him some little delicacy that she had cooked for his special benefit; "and I think I know some one that will enjoy it a great deal more than I should," looking across to Baby Winnie, who was eyeing the dish with curious eyes. "At any rate, she shall have a share. Come here, Winnie," he said, turning to the child, "come to Benny."
And the little bit of humanity slipped off her chair in what Benny would have once characterized as "sca'ce no time," and came toddling round the table towards him, holding up her little fat dimpled hands, and with eyes brimful of delight.
"Take us up, 'enny," said the little prattler; "Winnie 'oves 'oo very much."
"Easier said than done, you young foxy," said Benny, laughing down upon the child. "Come, mammy," turning to Mrs. Fisher, "lend us a helping hand, and get this young soldier where she wants to be." And soon Benny and baby
