"Just as soon as I can get them," she said, "I'll call a meeting of
the Order."
CHAPTER XVI.
SILVER KEYS.
"I wonder what they are going to do this afternoon," said little John
Armstrong.
He sat in his usual place in the bay-window, with his drawing
materials and his books beside him, but the doings of certain girls
and boys who constantly passed to and fro interested him more than any
story book.
John was twelve years old and had never had a friend of his own age.
That sad disease paralysis laid its hand upon him when he was only a
baby, so instead of going to school, and running and playing like
other children, he sat in a wheeled chair and looked on.
He was not exactly unhappy, for he had a quick, bright mind, and a
love of knowledge which made his lessons a pleasure. Everything that
love could suggest was lavished upon him by his father and mother, but
they did not guess how he longed for the companionship of other
children.
They feared the contrast between himself and them would only make him
miserable. So in the eighteen months since Dr. Armstrong had been
preaching in the church on the corner, John had hardly spoken to a
child. The M.Ks. and the G.Ns. never dreamed how eagerly they were
watched that winter.
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