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SALLIE CALKINS sat in a common little rocking-chair and rocked; and while she rocked she sewed, setting neat stitches in a brown coat which was already patched and darned, and was threadbare in many places. There was a look of deep content on Sallie's face. There were many reasons for it.
Dr. Everett had that morning pronounced Mark's broken limb to be healing rapidly. He had also reported that Mark's place was to be held open for him by his employers. At this present moment Mark, arrayed in a clean shirt, was resting on a very white sheet, his head reposing on a real feather pillow dressed in white and frilled. Over him was carefully spread another of those wonderful sheets, and, to make the crowning glory, a white quilt, warm and soft, tucked him in on every side. How could Sallie but rejoice?