Good-night ; you 'll feel better in the morning . No jigs , remember ; '' and off went the busy doctor for another look at Jill , who had been ordered to bed and left to rest till the other case was attended to . Any one would have thought Jack 's plight much the worse , but the doctor looked more sober over Jill 's hurt back than the boy 's compound fractures ; and the poor little girl had a very bad quarter of an hour while he was trying to discover the extent of the injury . `` Keep her quiet , and time will show how much damage is done , '' was all he said in her hearing ; but if she had known that he told Mrs. Pecq he feared serious consequences , she would not have wondered why her mother cried as she rubbed the numb limbs and placed the pillows so tenderly . Jill suffered most in her mind ; for only a sharp stab of pain now and then reminded her of her body ; but her remorseful little soul gave her no peace for thinking of Jack , whose bruises and breakages her lively fancy painted in the darkest colors . `` Oh , do n't be good to me , Mammy ; I made him go , and now he 's hurt dreadfully , and may die ; and it is all my fault , and everybody ought to hate me , '' sobbed poor Jill , as a neighbor left the room after reporting in a minute manner how Jack screamed when his leg was set , and how Frank was found white as a sheet , with his head under the pump , while Gus restored the tone of his friend 's nerves , by pumping as if the house was on fire . `` Whist , my lass , and go to sleep . Take a sup of the good wine Mrs. Minot sent , for you are as cold as a clod , and it breaks my heart to see my Janey so . '' `` I ca n't go to sleep ; I do n't see how Jack 's mother could send me anything when I 've half killed him . I want to be cold and ache and have horrid things done to me . Oh , if I ever get out of this bed I 'll be the best girl in the world , to pay for this . See if I ai n't ! '' and Jill gave such a decided nod that her tears flew all about the pillow like a shower . `` You 'd better begin at once , for you wo n't get out of that bed for a long while , I 'm afraid , my lamb , '' sighed her mother , unable to conceal the anxiety that lay so heavy on her heart . `` Am I hurt badly , Mammy ? '' `` I fear it , lass . '' `` I 'm glad of it ; I ought to be worse than Jack , and I hope I am . I 'll bear it well , and be good right away . Sing , Mammy , and I 'll try to go to sleep to please you . '' Jill shut her eyes with sudden and unusual meekness , and before her mother had crooned half a dozen verses of an old ballad , the little black head lay still upon the pillow , and repentant Jill was fast asleep with a red mitten in her hand .
Mrs. Pecq was an Englishwoman who had left Montreal at the death of her husband , a French Canadian , and had come to live in the tiny cottage which stood near Mrs. XXXXX 's big house , separated only by an arbor-vitae hedge .
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