call nurse, and nurse coming up; then Harry, at the door of the room
where the boys slept, calling Norman in a low voice. Norman, now
nearly recovered, went and brought him into his sister's room, and
his tidings were, that their father's arm had been broken in two
places, and the elbow frightfully injured, having been crushed and
twisted by the wheel. He was also a good deal bruised, and though
Mr. Ward trusted there was no positive harm to the head, he was in an
unconscious state, from which the severe pain of the operation had
only roused him, so far as to evince a few signs of suffering.
Margaret was still insensible.

The piteous sound of the baby's wailing almost broke their hearts.
Norman walked about the room in the dark, and said he should go down,
he could not bear it; but he could not make up his mind to go, and
after about a quarter of an hour, to their great relief, it ceased.

Next Mary opened the door, saying, "Norman, here's Mr. Wilmot come to
ask if he can do anything--Miss Winter sent word that you had better
go to him."

"How is baby?" asked Harry.

"Nurse has fed her, and is putting her to bed; she is quiet now,"
said Mary; "will you go down, Norman?"

"Where is he?"

"In the drawing-room."

Norman paused to ask what he was to say.