Could I see her now, please?"
"Here's the doctor," said Douglas, as Hartley came down the
stairs, followed by Jim. "Well, doctor, not bad, I hope?"
"Yes, rather bad," said the doctor, adding quickly, as he saw the
suffering in Toby's face, "but don't be alarmed. She's going to
get well."
"How long will it be before we can have her back--before she can
ride again?" asked Jim gruffly, as he stood apart, twisting his
brown, worn hat in his hands.
"Probably several months," said the doctor. "No bones are
broken, but the ligaments of one ankle are torn, and she received
a bad blow on the head. It will be some time before she recovers
consciousness."
"What are we goin' to do, Jim?" asked Toby, helplessly.
"You needn't worry, we'll take good care of her here," said
Douglas, seeing desperation written on their faces.
"Here?" They looked at him incredulously.-- And this was a
parson!
"Where are her parents?" the doctor asked, looking at Jim and
Toby.
"She ain't got no parents 'cept Toby an' me," replied Jim.
"We've took care of her ever since she was a baby."
"Oh, I see," said the doctor. "Well, one of you'd better stay
here until she can be moved."
"That's the trouble; we can't," said Toby, hanging his head.
"You see, sir, circus folks is like soldiers.
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