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very cold hard place. The only people 

 who had noticed him, were hurrying, 

 bustling men and women, who told him 

 to get out of the way, or burly policemen 

 who advised him to move on. Like 

 Dickens's Joe, in '' Bleak House," he had 

 longed for some place where he would 

 not have to move on, and he had found 

 it at last, in the children's hospital. 

 Here he could lie very quietly, and be 

 quite happy with his broken leg. 



When the nurses or the doctor asked 

 him how he was, he always said, " Very 

 well indeed, ma'am,'* at which they 

 smiled, and looked pityingly at his 

 pinched face, and great sad eyes. 



Six weeks went by, and although the 

 leg was doing nicely, yet the patient little 

 fellow that they called number seventeen 

 still looked as though a good breath 

 would blow him away. He was per- 



