Jill laughed, but the fancy pleased her, and she straightened herself out under the gay afghan, while she sang, in a plaintive voice, another little French song her father taught her: I'll watch the clock, and the minute time is up I'll rush in and rescue you.' 'That's right! Sing away, and we'll play you are an Indian captive being tormented by your enemies, and too proud to complain. The sound of the brave little voice was very comforting to the two mothers hovering about her, and Jack said, with a look of mingled pity and admiration, as he brandished his crutch over the imaginary foes, 'Faut jouer le mirliton, Faut jouer le mirlitir, Faut jouer le mirliter, Mir-li-ton.' Minot were deciding in despair that neither she nor they could bear it, Jill suddenly broke out into a merry chorus she used to hear her father sing: So the little martyr spent her first hour of trial in sobbing, the second in singing, for just as her mother and Mrs. Not an easy penance, by any means, for the board was very hard, and she could do nothing while she lay there, as it did not slope enough to permit her to read without great fatigue of both eyes and hands. While Jack was hopping gayly about on his crutches, poor Jill was feeling the effects of her second fall, and instead of sitting up, as she hoped to do after six weeks of rest, she was ordered to lie on a board for two hours each day.

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Uncle Tom's Cabin - Harriet Beecher Stowe.

The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett.

The Red Badge of Courage - Stephen Crane.

The Scarlet Letter - Nathaniel Hawthorne.

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