I 'll be back this evening . I do n't like leaving Jimmy alone . '' `` Ted 's been promised that he could go to the picnic this afternoon , '' said Mrs. Jackson shortly . `` Mr. Jackson said he could go , so he 'll have to please himself . If he 's willing to stay with Jimmy instead , he can . I do n't care . '' `` Oh , I 've got to go to the picnic , '' cried Ted impulsively . `` I 'm awful sorry for Jimmy -- but I must go to the picnic . '' `` I s ` pose you feel so , '' said Mrs. Ross , sighing heavily . `` I dunno 's I blame you . Picnics is more cheerful than staying with a poor little lame boy , I do n't doubt . Well , I s ` pose I can put Jimmy 's supper on the table clost to him , and shut the cat in with him , and mebbe he 'll worry through . He was counting on having you to fiddle for him , though . Jimmy 's crazy about music , and he do n't never hear much of it . Speaking of fiddling , there 's a great fiddler stopping at the hotel now . His name is Blair Milford , and he makes his living fiddling at concerts . I knew him well when he was a child -- I was nurse in his father 's family . He was a taking little chap , and I was real fond of him . Well , I must be getting . Jimmy 'll feel bad at staying alone , but I 'll tell him he 'll just have to put up with it . ''
Mrs. Ross sighed herself away , and Ted flew up XXXXX his garret corner with a choking in his throat .
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