OUR DICK. 39 



teaspoon, which to this day he will run 

 from, hiding away until he thinks the 

 danger has passed. 



One day, before Master Richard had 

 got quite steady on his legs, he painfully 

 hobbled to the stairs and tried to go 

 down, but found it quite out of the 

 question. We wished much to. gratify 

 the little fellow's desire for a bit of fresh 

 air. A sedan chair, something like those 

 we saw in Chicago this summer, would 

 have done the business; but as we were 

 not provided with such a conveyance we 

 made a little bed of shawls and pillows, 

 on which Dick embarked, knowing well 

 its object. On this we carefully carried 

 him outdoors into the sunshine, and then, 

 after a little time, again to his closet. The 

 operation was repeated each day until he 

 could run about without difficulty. 



