““Of course,” said Karl. “They built the new house for the summer. They didn’t mean to stay here in the winter at all. Nick told me last night; he says they just came down to settle it, and see to things; and the sick young man took a fancy to stay, so they all stayed. Nick said he didn’t think it would last long, but he guessed maybe they would stay all winter.” “Is there a sick young man?” Christie’s voice was changing from wistfulness to pity. “Yes, there is. He can’t walk, only on crutches, and looks pale and weak; and when he goes into the city, Nick says some great strong man takes him right in his arms and lifts him into the cars; and he is twenty years old.” “Poor young man!” said Christie. And she envied the Burton family no more.””
