Sterling's face.
"Well, there are so many things to do for a boy who won't be very sick, but
must be shut up in the house," said Mrs. Sterling, "that really it takes
time even to think of them all."
"What are some of them?" burst out Joel, pulling the sofa-blanket in his
eagerness.
"Joel--Joel," said Polly.
"Here are some of them," said Mrs. Sterling, "that I told the boys this
morning when they were in here. You might cut out the funny things in the
magazines and newspapers, the pictures and the stories, and send him. It's
so nice to have little reminders to pass away the time."
"What else?"
"Well, I didn't tell them that, but there are letters you might write him."
"Ugh!" Joel made a wry face. "I don't like to write letters," he said
bluntly.
"Joel," said Polly again.
"Perhaps that is the very reason it would be well for you to do it," said
Mrs. Sterling, with a smile. "At any rate, it would please Lawrence, I
think. Well, then there are conundrums; you can surely think up something
of that sort that will amuse him, and puzzles."
Now, strange to say, Jack had a good head for these things, and without
thinking where he was, he blurted out:
"I know a lot of 'em."
Joel whirled around on the carpet and stared at him, as did Polly from her
cricket. But Mrs. Sterling only smiled.
"That's good," she said in approval, "now you see you can help us out a
good deal"--nodding at him.
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