"Be that as it may, she came; and she didn't do herself no harm,
and she did do us good--a lot o' good. How much she won't
know--nor can't know, I hope; 'cause if she did, she'd know other
things--that I don't want her to know.
"But it's just this. It's been hard times with us this year, in
more ways than one. We've been blue and discouraged--my man and
me, and ready for--'most anything. We was reckoning on getting a
divorce about now, and letting the kids well, we didn't know what
we would do with the kids, Then came the accident, and what we
heard about the little girl's never walking again. And we got to
thinking how she used to come and sit on our doorstep and train
with the kids, and laugh, and--and just be glad. She was always
being glad about something; and then, one day, she told us why,
and about the game, you know; and tried to coax us to play it.
"Well, we've heard now that she's fretting her poor little life
out of her, because she can't play it no more--that there's
nothing to be glad about.
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