"Not very well, I fancy, for her mother said they had moved about so much before she was hurt that she had very little chance to go to school. I suppose there is really not much of anything she could do now, as she is so weak and miserable, but it has just occurred to me that if she gets stronger under Dr. Fisher's treatment, you might help her to a light, pleasant occupation which would enliven her dull life." "I? How? I'm sure I should be very glad to do anything possible for the poor girl." "You might teach her to crochet or knit. You do such work to perfection and know so much about it. I know you have plenty of odds and ends of worsted and other materials, and I can furnish you with a good deal more. If she is able to learn, I think it would be a charming work for her, and might be very useful in coming years." "That is an excellent suggestion. I shall be very glad to teach her, or at least try to teach her, for I don't know how I should succeed in the attempt." "Oh! you would succeed beautifully, and it need not take up much of your time, as Landis Court is nearer you than it is to us, and you could run over for a little while any time. But you can see when you go whether it is worth while to speak of the matter." "It would be just lovely!" was Marty's opinion. "Now, Marty," cautioned her mother, "don't you say anything about it to Jennie. Just let Cousin Alice do it in her own nice way." "A thousand thanks," said Cousin Alice with her gay laugh. "I'll be sure to do my prettiest after that." When they made the visit, however, it was found useless to mention crocheting or any other subject to Jennie. Her attention was altogether absorbed by the doll. Mrs. Scott happened to be at home, and while she was bustling around getting chairs for her visitors and Marty was introducing her cousin, Jennie never took her eyes from Laura Amelia. Presently she said in a trembling voice, "May I hold your doll a minute?" "I brought her for you," said Marty, handing the doll. "For me to hold a minute?" "No; to keep. She's your dolly now." Jennie looked perfectly bewildered at first, and then when she began to understand the matter she clasped the doll in her arms and burst into tears. Marty was very much frightened. "Oh! don't let her cry," she said to Mrs. Scott. "It will make her sick." "Never mind, missy; she'll soon be all right. Come now Jennie, don't cry. Sit up and thank the little lady for the beautiful present. But it's too much to give her. Who'd ha' thought of you bringing such a handsome doll! And just what she's always wanted but never looked to having. I'm sure I don't know how to thank you," and the poor woman threatened to follow Jennie's example, and cry over their good fortune.