wer to Jack's eager "What is
it, Betty?"

"It's eclairs, four beautiful chocolate eclairs," she explained
joyfully, "and the nice little girl downstairs has sent them to us.

"She just bought them too, for I heard her mother asking her at the
baker's whether it was to be eclairs or macaroons, and she said eclairs.
Wasn't it kind of her to send them? You do like chocolate eclairs very
much, don't you, Jack, dear?"

"I love them," said Jack heartily, "but, Betty, do you suppose mother
would like it?"

Betty's bright face clouded, but only for a moment.

"I don't believe she'd mind," she said with decision. "You see, things
to eat aren't like money, and I think it would be rude not to take them
when the little girl was so kind."

Jack acquiesced in this view of the matter, and the two children were
soon in the full enjoyment of their unexpected treat.

"Her name is Hamilton, Winifred Hamilton," remarked Betty, poising a
delicious morsel on her fork as she spoke, "and she knows my name too.
The maid asked if I wasn't Miss Betty Randall. She is such a pretty
little girl, Jack; her hair is all fluffy and crimpy round her face, and
she's got beautiful eyes."

"I wish I could see her," said Jack wistfully; "do you suppose she would
come up here if you asked her?"

"I shouldn't wonder," said Betty hopefully; "she said she was very much
interested in cripples."

Jack made an impatient movement, and a look of pain crossed his face.

"I wish I wasn't a cripple," he said, his lip beginning to tremble; "I
wish I could get up and walk like other people. I want to see things."

Betty laid down her fork, and a look of sympathy and almost womanly
tenderness came into her eyes.

"What kind of things do you want to see, Jack?" she asked gently.

"Oh, I don't know; all kinds of things. I get so tired looking out of
the window at roofs and chimneys. I should like to see a park with deer
in it, and swans and a peacock, like the one mother tells about."

"But you couldn't see that park, you know, dear, because that was in
England, away across the Atlantic Ocean."

"Well, but there is a park here, too, isn't there? I heard Mrs. Flynn
talking about it the other day. She said it was beautiful in the park
now, with all the flowers coming out."

"Oh, yes, there's Central Park, and it is very pretty, but not so pretty
as the one mother tells about."

Jack's face brightened again.

"Couldn't I go there some time?" he asked eag