Once he had been one of the smartest , most intelligent men in Lindsay , and one of the most trusted employees of the railroad company . Then there had been a train collision . Malcolm Falconer was taken out of the wreck fearfully injured . He eventually recovered physical health , but he was from that time forth merely a child in intellect -- a harmless , kindly creature , docile and easily amused . Mrs. Falconer tried to dismiss the thought of Camilla Clark from her mind , but it would not be dismissed . Her conscience reproached her continually . She tried to compromise with it by saying that she would go down and see Camilla that evening and take her some nice fresh Irish moss jelly . It was so good for delicate people . She found Camilla alone in the Barry sitting-room , and noticed with a feeling that was almost like self-reproach how thin and frail and white the poor young creature looked . Why , she seemed little more than a child ! Her great dark eyes were far too big for her wasted face , and her hands were almost transparent . `` I 'm not much better yet , '' said Camilla tremulously , in response to Mrs. Falconer 's inquiries . `` Oh , I 'm so slow getting well ! And I know -- I feel that I 'm a burden to everybody . '' `` But you must n't think that , dear , '' said Mrs. Falconer , feeling more uncomfortable than ever . `` We are all glad to do all we can for you . '' Mrs. Falconer paused suddenly . She was a very truthful woman and she instantly realized that that last sentence was not true . She was not doing all she could for Camilla -- she would not be glad , she feared , to do all she could . `` If I were only well enough to go to work , '' sighed Camilla .
`` Mr. Marks says I can have a place in the shoe factory whenever I 'm able XXXXX .
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