  "Hold it tight, Tom, dear," said May. "Mam-ma will be pleased at her birth-day gift. I think it is just love-ly." But the words were not out of her mouth when Tom caught his foot and fell at full length on the car-pet. Crash! went the vase that was to have been mam-ma's pres-ent in-to bits. May burst in-to tears, but she stopped all at once when she saw that Tom did not get up, and that his face was grow-ing ve-ry white. "Oh! Tom," she cried, "is a-ny-thing the matter?" "My knee," groaned Tom, "it hurts aw-ful-ly." May ran at once for pa-pa. He came, and Tom was lift-ed up and put to bed, and the doc-tor was sent for. It was found that his knee was bad-ly hurt, and that he must not get out of bed for a month. Hard work it was for Tom, but May stayed by him all the time, and at the month's end he was well a-gain. |
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