lay, he looked very pale indeed, and the expression of
weariness on his face as he stared out of the distant window, made
Ruth's heart ache for the captive wild-boy.

"Here are visitors for you, Robert," said the kindly nurse.

The big, black eyes of the Gypsy boy rolled toward the two girls. Then
his face lit up and his eyes sparkled. They were fixed eagerly on the
mass of brilliant blossoms Ruth carried. She scattered the flowers over
the coverlet, and Roberto seized some of them, fairly pressing them to
his lips. He nodded and smiled at the display of Helen's offerings, too,
but he could not keep his eyes away from the flowers. He had been
homesick for his beloved woodlands.

He was still in plaster and could not move much. He did his best to make
the girls understand how welcome they were, but not a sound came from
his lips.

"A very strange case, indeed," said the doctor in charge, when the girls
came down from the ward. "There seems to be absolutely no reason why he
does not speak. Apparently no paralysis of the vocal cords. But
speechless he is. And as he cannot read or write, it is a nuisance."

"It isn't possible that for some reason he doesn't _wish_ to speak?"
queried Ruth, doubtfully.

"Why, Ruth! there you go again!" exclaimed Helen. "I never knew you to
be so suspicious."

The doctor laughed. "I think not," he said. "Of course, he might, but he
must be a wonderfully good actor. The next time you come, we shall try
him."

So on a subsequent call of the two girls at the hospital, the doctor
entered the ward at the same time they did and likewise approached
Roberto's bed, only on the opposite side. Ruth had brought more flowers,
and the boy was evidently delighted.

"Are you sure you can't speak to me, Roberto?" asked Ruth, softly, as he
nodded and smiled and clasped the flowers to his breast with his one
good hand.

Roberto shook his head sadly, and his black eyes showed every indication
of sorrow. But of a sudden he jumped, and a spasm of pain crossed his
face. The doctor straightened up and Roberto scowled at him wrathfully.
The boy had not uttered a sound.

"I jabbed him with this needle," said the doctor, with disgust. "You
see, either he has perfect control over himself; or he absolutely cannot
speak. While I was setting his arm and fixing up his smashed ribs, he
only moaned a little."

"Oh!" Helen had gasped, looking at the medical man in some wrath.

"Don't do it again--not for _me_,"