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Title: Clara's trial
Alternate Title: Clara & Amy
Physical Description: 60 p. : ill. ; 16 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Mead, Emma S
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Publisher: Dodd, Mead & Company
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: c1875
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Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Mothers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Accidents -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Aunts -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Obedience -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1875
Genre: novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
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Statement of Responsibility: illustrated.
General Note: With: Amy Elliot / illustrated. New York : Dodd, Mead & Company, c1875.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Source Institution: University of Florida
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CLARA'S TRIAL.



T was a bright morning in July when
a lady was busily engaged in packing
in a trunk the neatly folded garments that
her little girl was handing her.
Now dear, give me those dresses. I
want to put them here and the rest of the
things-your collars and sleeves and ruffles
-must go in that tray, where they won't
be crushed. I hope that you will remem-
ber where I have packed the different
things, so that you won't stir everything
about in your trunk in getting them out.'
"Yes, mamma, I am sure that I re.
member where everything is."






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You will be two nights on your jour-
ney and I don't want Aunt Fanny to have
any more trouble than is necessary. Of
course when you get to her house your
trunk will be unpacked, and she will pack
for you when you come home; but by a
little care you will need to take very little
out on the journey. I shall put every-
thing you will need at night on top."
"Yes, mamma, I'll be very careful."
Mrs. Grey went on with the packing,
and Clara sat down on a low chair looking
at her trunk, and thought what a good
time she was going to have. Her Aunt
Fanny had been visiting her mamma, and
when she said she must go home she
begged so hard to take Clara that Mrs.
Grey at last consented to let her go.
Mr. Grey had .a country-seat in one






CLARA'S TRIAL.

of the pretty villages on the Hudson, and
the family went there from New York
in June and returned in October. In
August they-that is Mr. and Mrs. Grey
and Clara went away for a trip to the
mountains or the sea-shore, and Clara
always looked forward to this with the
greatest pleasure. This summer, however,
her papa had found that he could not
leave his business for more than a day or
two at a time, and so Mrs. Grey was glad
to have Clara go back with her aunt for
a little visit, to make up for this disap-
pointment.
It won't be half as nice as going with
you and papa would have been, but it will
be pretty nice," and the more she thought
of it, the more anxious she was to go, and
now that the time was so near-now that





8 CLARA'S TRIAL.

her trunk was actually being packed and
they were to start the next day, she was
wild with delight.
That is all, I think," said Mrs. Grey,
at last, looking around the room as she
spoke. Now, pet, I want you to take a
run in the garden, for you have been in
the house all the morning. Keep out of
the sun."
Come, Bounce," said Clara, calling to
her little Scotch terrier, who, at the words
" run in the garden had started up from
the rug where he had been lying and was
looking eagerly at her, his ears cocked up
and his tail wagging. Come, Bounce,
we'll have a race ;" and she put on her hat
and was out of the house and running
across the sunny lawn in another moment.
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stopped to get her breath, and then
walked slowly on, Bounce trotting con-
tentedly at her heels.
What a good time I shall have,"
she thought. Aunt Fanny is so sweet,
and Cousin Rosie and I can play together
and have ever so much fun-I hope she
will like the doll I am going to carry her..
She will, I know, for-"
Just then Bounce saw a cat running
along the path in front of them. He gave
a sharp yow, and flew for her, running
right in front of Clara in such a way that
the child, who was not looking where she
was walking, was upset and rolled down
the stone steps that she had reached with-
out knowing it.
Over and over she rolled, her leg
twisted under her, and when Bounce re-






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turned from his chase there she was still
on the ground.
Oh Bounce, you naughty dog," she
said "you made me hurt my leg dread-
fully, and I can't get up ;" then she made
another effort to rise, but the pain was too
much for her and she sank down again
with a little groan.
Bounce stood looking at her in dismay
and then he gave a little short bark, and
pulled her dress as if he wanted to help
her to get up.
I can't get up; oh dear, what shall I
do! Nobody will come here for a long time,
and perhaps I shall be dead when they do
come. I wonder how mamma will feel
if she should happen to walk by here and
should see her little daughter lying here
all dead ;" and poor Clara burst into tears






CLARA'S TRIAL. II

at the melancholy picture that she sax
with her mind's eve.
Poor Bounce was very much distressed
at this state of affairs, and he put his little
hairy paws on Clara's shoulders and licked
her cheek with his little rough tongue; but
Clara only cried the harder. Then he
jumped down and giving another emphatic
"wow," flew off at full speed up the path.
"Oh, Bounce, Bounce, don't leave
me! cried Clara in despair as she saw her
only companion running away. But the
dog didn't stop, and through her tears the
poor child saw him skimming along the,
ground until a bend in the path cut him
off from her view. Then she tried once
more to get up; but there was no use-it
hurt her so much that she resolved not to
try any more






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"I wouldn't have left Bounce to suffer
alone if he had hurt himself," she said,
" unless I went to get help-oh! I do
believe that is what he has gone for, just
like the dogs in story books. Oh, I do
hope he can make them understand, for my
foot does hurt me so very awfully much ;"
and then she tried hard to be patient
until some one could come to her help.
It seemed as if hours had passed by
when Bounce suddenly darted into sight
again, barking furiously; and just behind
him was Mrs. Grey, hurrying along with no
hat on and looking anxiously around her.
Oh, mamma, mamma, here I am Do
come quickly, mamma," cried Clara; and
in another moment her mamma had run
down the steps that Clara had rolled over.
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"Where have you hurt yourself, dar-
ling ? she asked.
I think it is my ankle. I can't stand
on this foot and it hurts me so much,
and my boot has grown too tight," and
pinches dreadfully.
'' Yes, I think it is your ankle, for it is
badly swollen. I'll take off your shoe, and
that will ease the pain a little ; but the
foot was already so much swollen that the
buttons had to be cut before the boot
could be taken off.
"Now, dear, wait quietly here for one
moment more, and I will run up to the
greenhouse for James. You are such a
great girl now that I am afraid I couldn't
carry you to the house, and you musn't
step on that foot at all."
Don't be long, mamma," cried pool
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No dear, and Bounce will stay with
you; and off Mrs. Grey ran, but in a mo-
ment she returned with James, the tall
gardener.
Lift her very carefully. Now, dear,
it will hurt you a good deal to be even
carried, I am afraid, but you must try to
be brave."
Yes, mamma, I will try; oh !" and she
made a smothered exclamation of pain as
James lifted her and carried.her with great
care along the gravel walk to the house,
Bounce walking very gravely behind them.
As the little procession marched slowly
along, the cat, who had been the innocent
cause of all the mischief, ran right across
the path in front of James. Bounce stop
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emnly on as if he had never chased a cat
in his life.
"Carry her up stairs, James," said
Mrs. Grey, as she led the way up to her
morning-room. Aunt Fanny was paint-
ing there, and she looked up in astonish-
ment, as James walked in with Clara in
his arms.
Oh, what is the matter? she cried,
throwing down a sketch that she had just
taken from her portfolio, and hurrying
forward to meet them.
Clara has sprained her ankle, I think;
will you please take those books off the
sofa, while I get some pillows from my
room-now, James, put her down very
gently ;" but with all their care, the slight
movement caused a sharp twinge of pain
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"Oh, mamma," she said," I am trying to
be brave, but it does hurt me dreadfully."
I know it does, my poor pet," said
Mrs. Grey, with the tears in her own eyes.
" James, I want you to go for Dr. Brown
and ask him to come directly."
Yes, ma'am," said James, and as soon
as he had gone Mrs. Grey cut off Clara's
stocking and sponged the ankle very
softly with water.
Clara lay back among her cushions,
with her eyes shut, feeling that she was a
very great sufferer. Mamma was bathing
her ankle and Aunt Fanny was stroking
her hair and saying, Poor darling How
dreadfully it must hurt her and then she
said to Mrs. Grey suddenly, How did it
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.ip stairs and caught hold of my dress, anll
tried to pull me toward the door. I
couldn't imagine what the matter was
with him. until I remembered that dogs
sometimes run for help when their mas-
ters are in danger and then I ran out of
the house with him, and he actually led
me to the very spot where Clara was
lying.
He is certainly the cleverest dog I
ever saw," said Aunt Fanny, patting his
rough little head; "but how did Clara
come to fall."
I don't know that yet. The child
isn't able to talk, and I haven't asked her
any questions."
I think I feel able to talk a little,
mamma," said Clara in a faint tone, and
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"No, dear, I want you to keep per-
fectly quiet until the doctor comes," said
Mrs. Grey; and so Clara shut her eyes
again and said nothing until the door-
bell rang and Dr. Brown was ushered up
stairs.
After a great deal of pressure and pull-
ing and twisting, the Doctor said that the
ankle was sprained-not very badly, but
enough to make it necessary for Clara to
keep on the sofa for a week at least. If
you use that foot at all before that time,"
he said, you may be laid up for a long
time."
But I am going on a journey to-
morrow," said Clara eagerly.
No, you are not, my dear. You will
have to give up all journeys for the
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said the doctor, who had rather a gruff
way of speaking. "You can put this
liniment on, Mrs. Grey. Change the
cloths every half hour or so, and I'll be
in to-morrow. Good morning."
Oh, mamma, cried poor Clara, "it
is too hard and I can't bear it. My trunk
is all packed, and here I've got to stay
with this dreadful pain."
Bounce jumped on the sofa and licked
her hand, but Clara pushed him off impa-
tiently, saying :
No, you naughty dog! It's all your
fault. Get down !" and then she buried
her head in her pillow and cried with
vexation.
"Couldn't you wait another week,
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24 CLARA S TRIAL.

Tom's school begins in two weeks and
I must be at home to see to his things.
I have already stayed longer than I
meant to, you know."
"Oh dear! Oh dear! moaned Clara
from among her pillows. I do think it
is a shame that I can't have any good
time at all. I had to give up the lovely
trip with papa and mamma, and now I
can't even have this good time."
Don't cry so, darling," said Mrs. Grey,
" it is hard, I know, but mamma will try
to make it up to you in some way. I think
we can have some fun here by ourselves,
don't you ? "
"No, I don't, I think it is hateful,'
-creamed Clara angrily; I won't try to
be contented, and I think-"
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very decidedly; you mustn't cry so, for
you will make yourself ill; and it is very
wrong for you to speak in that way even
if you are disappointed in your pleasure.
I want you to lie down quietly and try to
go to sleep."
I can't go to sleep," Clara replied
very crossly.
Her mother said nothing; but after
having wetted the cloths on her ankle
with the liniment that the doctor had left,
she seated herself by the sofa and began.
to read in a low voice from one of Clara's
books. At first the child resolved that
she would not listen, but by degrees she
became interested, then fancied herself
walking in the woods, and before she knew
it she was fast asleep.
When she awoke she found, herself
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alone, but she could hear voices from the
next room, and so she called:
Mamma; and Aunt Fanny came
running in.
Well, darling," she said, "you have
had a nice long sleep, and I suppose you
are as hungry as a bear, aren't you ? Your
mamma has just gone down stairs to see
to your dinner and-let me see this
cloth must be changed. There now!
How does that feel? Now I am going to
sit down, and while you are waiting for
your dinner I will tell you what I saw this
morning when I went out to drive. Now
then, do you feel quite comfortable?"
Yes, auntie ; do go on, please."
Well, when your mamma began to
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door. I knew that your mamma wouldn't
like to leave you, so I put on my bonnet
and went alone.
"We were driving on the road to
Newton, when I thought I heard some one
calling. I told William to stop, and then I
distinctly heard some one crying, Help !
help !' In a moment I was out of the car-
riage and over the stone fence (William
couldn't leave his horses, you know) and
then I saw what the trouble was. Quite
a deep brook runs across the field, and
kneeling on the broken bridge was a boy,
holding on to a pole and calling for help.
I ran a little nearer, and then saw an old
man, who had evidently fallen through the
bridge and was in the water. He was
holding on to the other end of the pole,
but the boy was not strong enough to pull






30 CLARA'S TRIAL.

him out. So I ran back again to the car-
riage, and told William to go to their assist-
ance, and I stood by the horses' heads
They are so gentle, you know, that there
was not the slightest danger of their run-
ning away.
After awhile I could heat voices com-
ing nearer and nearer, and then William's
head appeared over the top of the wall.
Did you get him out, William ?' I
asked.
Oh yes, ma'am; but he's soaked
through and through, and he is a good two
miles from his house. He's so weak, too,
with his fright, that he can scarcely walk.'
"' Have you a blanket in the carriage ?'
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take him upon the box with you and
wrap the blanket around him to keep off
the wet, and we will take him home.
I am sure Mrs. Grey would not object,
under the circumstances.'
Oh no, ma'am, I'm sure she wouldn't.
She is always doing just such things
herself.'
So he took the blanket from under
the box and wrapped the poor old man
in it and got him up on the seat, and then
we drove off as fast as we could to
his house.
By the time we reached the forlorn
little old shanty that he said was his home
he was shivering all over, and William had
to lift him down, and almost carry him in.
His daughter kept house for him, but I
am afraid she is not very kind to him, for
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when William told her what the matter
was, she said :
"' He is always getting into some trou-
ble. He's no business to go about by
himself; but he will do it, and then he falls
down and loses his way or something.'
However, she made up the fire and
said that she would give him a cup of hot
tea as soon as she got him to bed; so I
hope she is one of the people whose actions
are kinder than their words."
Poor old man," said Clara. I am
so glad that you took him home, auntie.
How fortunate it was that you heard
the boy call for help."
Yes, it was most fortunate, for there
was no one about, and if we had not hap-
pened to be there I am afraid the poor old
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help could have been had. And, Clara, if
it had not been for your accident it is
hardly possible that we should have been
there, for your mamma and I were going
to pay some visits in an opposite direction
this morning, and it was only when I found
that I should have to drive alone that I
determined to go there for a last look at
the lovely view."
Just then there was a little clatter of
dishes at the door, and in came Clara's
dinner on a tray, all set out with mamma's
best china and looking so tempting There
was a piece of broiled chicken, a little ball
of mashed potatoes browned just as Clara
liked it, a little saucer of stewed tomatoes
and another of peas, and a little covered
dish filled with ice-cream. In the centre
stood a glass, with three lovely roses in it.






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"How pretty, mamma! cried Clara
in delight.
"Now dear, let me wet the cloth on
your ankle again, and then you shall.have
your dinner. How is the pain now? "
It is pretty bad, mamma, but I can
bear it, and auntie has been telling me
such an interesting story about a poor
old man who was almost drowned, and I
almost forget the pain; and, mamma, if I
hadn't sprained my ankle perhaps he would
have been really drowned, for auntie
wouldn't have been there to help him, you
know-so you see it was all for the best."
"Yes, my pet; and we must have a lit-
tle talk about that sometime, but now I
want you to eat your dinner."
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the pain, that she had almost forgotten
came on again, and her ankle throbbed and
burned so that after just tasting what was
so daintily set before her, she said:
I am so sorry, mamma, but I can't
eat anything, for my ankle does hurt me
dreadfully ;" and she began to cry, in spite
of all her efforts to be brave.
The rest of the afternoon seemed
long to the suffering child. She could
not sleep, and she did not feel able to play
with her dolls; so her mother sat by her
and bathed her lame foot and told her
stories, until at last the sun began to cast
long shadows across the lawn, and then
a carriage was heard on the drive.
Oh, it is papa she cried joyfully
"ask him to come right up stairs,
mamma."






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When Mr. Grey came into the room
he had in his hand a package done up in
brown paper, which he laid on the table,
Clara quite brightened up while she was.tell-
ing of her accident, and then she added :
"So I shall have to give up my jour-
ney, papa.
"Yes, my child, I am afraid that
you will, for you must keep very quiet for
a long while. Sprains are very tedious
things; and then he glanced at the pack-
age that he had brought home.
"What is in that paper, papa?"
Hum-well-mamma, will you come
into your room for a minute," and then
Clara could hear them talking in low
tones. At last her father said.
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CLARA'S TRIAL. 41

Oh no, I think not. She can use it
some other time, you know."
Then I think I'll give it to her now,"
said Mr. Grey as he walked back into the
room and took the parcel -off the table.
"This is something that I bought
for you to use on your journey; and when
I found that you could not go, I thought
perhaps I had better not give it to you,
for fear it might make you feel all the
more sorry that your journey must be
given up. However, mamma says that she
thinks you would enjoy it anyway, so here
it is."
Oh yes, papa, I would rather have it
now," said Clara eagerly; and she untied
the string, took off the wrapper, and dis
closed to view a lovely little Russia-leather
travelling-bag.






42 CLARA'S TRIAL.

Oh papa!" was all she could say.
"Open it, dear, and see what is inside.
Press the top this way-there now."
Clara looked in, and found that there
were three more packages inside this
charming bag. One was a long one, and
when it was opened it was found to con-
tain a pretty Japanese fan,
This is a book, I know," said Clara.
as she took up the second package; and so
it proved to be. The third, however, puz-
zled her a good deal, and she couldn't
imagine what it was.
Open it, and you will see," said Mr.
Grey, laughing at her puzzled face.
Clara laughed too, and unrolled the
paper; and there was a pretty little cut
glass tumbler.
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CLARA'S TRIAL. 43

little tumbler," said Clara, in perfect
delight as she looked at her treasures.
That was for you to use on the cars
in case you were thirsty. I don't like you
to drink out of the cups the boys carry
around with their pails."
Well, papa darling, I can use all these
things even if I am not going on a jour-
ney. I can fan myself with my fan, .r.d
I can read my book; and I shall often be
thirsty, you know, and then I can drink
out of my little glass, and I can look at
my bag."
You are a dear, contented little pet,"
said Mr. Grey, and he kissed her on both
cheeks.
After tea, Clara felt so tired that she
was glad to go to bed. So her papa lifted
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her into her little room. As they passed
the window she said:
Let me look out a minute, please.
Oh! See all those birds, papa! "
Just outside the window was a bush,
and on it were ever so many birds. They
were twittering and chirping to each
other, and appeared to be having a very
sociable time.
The next morning Clara found it very
hard to see Aunt Fanny go off without
her. She was having a quiet little cry all
to herself while the others were at break-
fast, when she heard her father running
up stairs.
Oh papa, have you finished so soon ?''
she asked, wiping her eyes.
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Aren't you going to New York? "
"No, I'm going to stay at home and
look after- a small daughter of mine. I
shall take Aunt Fanny to the station and
see her off, and then I shall come back:
and for the rest of the day I will be youl
most obedient servant."
Oh what fun, papa Will you really
do everything I want you to ? "
Everything except standing on my
head. That I am afraid I can't do, for
mamma does not like me to. She's afraid
I shall wear out my hair," said papa, with
a comical look as he smoothed the top of
his head, which was, alas perfectly bald.
Oh, I don't want you to stand on
your head, you funny papa; but there is
something that I wish you would do. I
have been thinking so much of that poor






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old man that was almost drowned yester-
day, and if you would go to his house and
ask how he is, I should be so glad. Is
that asking too much of a thing ?"
No, my pet. In fact I thought of
doing that same thing myself, and after I
have left Aunt Fanny at the station I will
drive around there."
In a few moments Aunt Fanny came
in, with her bonnet on, to say good-by.
I am so sorry, my pet, that you can't
go with me," she said as she kissed Clara.
Please give the doll to Rosie, and tell
her that I hope she will like it," said
Clara, with a little sob.
"Yes dear, I will; and Rosie will write
to you very soon, and you will be able to
run about before long, I hope."
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Mr. Grey. So auntie kissed Clara again,
ran down stairs, and in another moment
the carriage rolled away.
Do you feel comfortable now, dear? "
said Mrs. Grey.
"Pretty comfortable. If this pillow
could be moved a little-yes, like that-
now I am all right. What can I do now ?"
"I thought perhaps you might re-d
aloud to me while I finished this dress for
your doll."
"Oh yes, mamma, that wo,.d be the
very thing. Shall I read out of my new
book that papa brought me last evening."
Yes, I should like to hear that very
much." So Mrs. Grey settled herself in
her low sewing-chair, with her work-basket
by her side, and Clara was soon deep in the
delightful adventures of the Eight Cous
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50 CLARA'S TRIAL.

ins." She enjoyed reading aloud very
much, and she read so clearly and intel-
ligently that it was a pleasure to listen
to her.
"I think you had better not read any
more now, dear," said Mrs. Grey, after
some time had passed in this way.
"There comes the carriage," said Clara
as she laid the book down. I hope that
papa will come right up here, I want to
hear all about the old man. Oh yes, here
he comes! Did you see him, papa?"
"Yes, I saw him; and he doesn't seem
to be much the worse for his wetting."
"Did you see his daughter, papa?
Aunt Fanny said that she thought she
was not very kind to him."
"I think she doesn't mean to be un-
kind, but she has a quick, harsh way of






CLARA'S TRIAL. 51

speaking; and it is rather hard for her.
The old man can't earn anything, and
she can't leave him to earn anything her-
self; and so I am afraid they find it hard
to get on."
Can't she get work near by, where she
could still live at home and look after him ? "
She says she has tried for a long time,
but without any success. There is a very
good place she could have in the factory
in N-; but she can't leave her father."
Oh papa," cried Clara, why couldn't
he come here and live at the cottage with
William and his wife. Mary told ine the
other day that she had a spare room, and
she would be very glad to rent it."
- That would be the very thing. I will
go this afternoon and see about it."
The day passed much more happily






52 CLARA'S TRIAL.

than Clara would have believed it possi-
ble. Her papa was, as he had promised to
be, her most obedient servant, and made
himself so entertaining that Clara had
really no time to think of her disappoint-
ment. Dr. Brown came, in the afternoon,
and upon looking at the ankle said it was
doing very well, and that he hoped Clara
would not be laid up as long as he had
at first feared.
After the doctor's visit Mr. Grey went
to see Mary, William's wife, about hex
room ; and when he found that she was
anxious to let it, and was willing to take
care of the old man, he went again tc
Roger's house and had a talk with he-
about it.
Oh sir, you are too kind to take sc
much trouble about it, but I am so glad






CLARA'S TRIAL. 53

and thankful. I can get very good wages
there and I can very easy pay father's
board and mine out of them, and save a
good bit beside."
Old Roger did not take to the plan. at
all at first, and it required a great deal of
coaxing and persuasion to induce him to go.
There won't be nothing to do there,
and I ain't a baby to sit and play with my
hands all day."
"But you can't do anything here,
father. Since your leg has been so bad
and- you have had to use a crutch, you
couldn't work."
"Do you know how to bring up
dogs ? asked Mr. Grey.
Ay, that I do, sir. It was what I
always did in the old country; and old as
I be, no man can beat me at that."







54 CLARA'S TRIAL.

\ell, I have some very valuable pups
that were sent out to me from England,
and if you come 1 should like to have you
take charge of them."
The old man was delighted with this
idea, and told of all the wonderful cures
he had wrought upon sick dogs, and
in fact he was quite disappointed that he-
couldn't be brought to his new home at
once.
When will he come, papa? "
Next week, and I can't tell you how
glad Martha his daughter was to have
him provided for."
In a few days Clara's ankle was so
much better that she was carried down
stairs; and the day after old Roger's
arrival her mamma drove her out in the
pony-carriage. On their way home they






















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CLARA'S TRIAL. 57

passed William's house, and Clara looked
eagerly out, for her old man, as she called
him. There he was sitting by the dog-
kennel, with two puppies in his arms and
looking as contented as possible.
Well, mamma," said Clara, it was all
for the best that my ankle was sprained,
wasn't it, for if it hadn't been you would
have gone with Aunt Fanny to make
those visits and Aunt Fanny wouldn't
have heard the boy scream, and William
wouldn't have saved the old man, and
papa wouldn't have found out that his
daughter couldn't get work, and old Roger
wouldn't have been here."
"Yes, dear, we can easily see how all
has been for the best; and when we can't
see the reason of a disappointment as
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58 CLARA'S TRIAL.


plainly as we can now, we may be sure
that there is just as good a reason."
When Mr. Grey came home a week
later, he took Clara on his knee and said.
Is your ankle quite strong again,
pet? "
Oh, yes, papa, I can walk as well as
ever.
Then you think you would be able
to take a little journey."
Oh, papa; what do you mean? said
Clara eagerly.
I mean that I find I can arrange my
business so as to take a little trip to the
mountains with you and your mamma, and
we are to start day after to-morrow."
Clara threw her arms around his neck,
and nearly suffocated him with kisses
until he cried for mercy.






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How perfectly delightful! she ex-
claimed. That will be a thousand times
better than going to Aunt Fanny's would
have been. Oh you dear Bounce," she
cried, seizing him by the fore-paws and
dancing him about the room, much to
that dignified animal's disgust. I am so
glad that you made me sprain my ankle,
for if I hadn't, all these lovely things
wouldn't have happened."
"Be careful," said mamma, looking uF
from her sewing, "or you will sprain il
again."




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