"Why not?" asked Mr. Robert. "Quite likely father and his little girl may wish to see you; for I've a notion that he will feel an interest in all unfortunate ones now, the same as I do."
"Oh, I don't think it does me good to see strangers," said Nattie. "It seems to bring the daze back to my head, and makes me see,—strange things all around me; and sometimes but half of things."
"Well, you sha'n't be troubled till you are better," said the wife; "we will put you in the little bed-room cot to-night, and warm it by day with a furnace of coals."
Nattie was pleased with this prospect.
"But sometimes the baby can sit with me in there, I hope," she said, watching the movements of the chubby hands among the playthings strewn over the foot of her bed.
"No doubt I shall be glad to let him make you frequent calls," was the response.
As Nattie's hands were now quite healed, she
