`` 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 to his garret corner with a choking in his throat . He could n't go to stay with Jimmy -- he could n't give up the picnic ! Why , he had never been at a picnic ; and they were going to drive to the hotel beach in wagons , and have swings , and games , and ice cream , and a boat sail to Curtain Island ! He had been looking forward to it , waking and dreaming , for a fortnight . He must go . But poor little Jimmy ! It was too bad for him to be left all alone . `` I would n't like it myself , '' said Ted miserably , trying to swallow a lump that persisted in coming up in his throat .
`` It must be dreadful XXXXX have to lie on the sofa all the time and never be able to run , climb trees or play , or do a single thing .
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