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 to have to lie on the sofa all the time and never be able to run , climb trees or play , or do a single thing . And Jimmy does n't like reading much . He 'll be dreadful lonesome . I 'll be thinking of him all the time at the picnic -- I know I will . I suppose I could go and stay with him , if I just made up my mind to it . ''
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