They go down to the Navy Yard and over to the Monument Grounds.
Sometimes they go over to Boston Common and the Public Garden. Once
they walked all the way to Franklin Park. And in the summer they
often walk down to Crescent Beach. They say when I get well, I can
go with them.”

Dicky spoke in the wistful tone with which he always related the
deeds of stronger children. Maida knew exactly how he felt—she had
been torn by the same hopes and despairs.

“Oh, wouldn’t it be grand to be able to do just anything?” she said.
“I’m just beginning to feel as if I could do some of the things I’ve
always wanted to do.”

“I’m going to do them all, sometime,” Dicky prophesied. “Doc O’Brien
says so.”

“I think Rosie the beautifullest little girl,” Maida said. “I wish
she’d come into the shop so that I could get acquainted with her.”

“Oh, she’ll come in sometime. You see the W.M.N.T. is meeting now
and we’re all pretty busy. She’s the only girl in it.”

“The W.M.N.T.,” Maida repeated. “What does that mean?”

“I can’t tell?” Dicky said regretfully. “It’s the name of our club.
Rosie and Arthur and I are the only ones who belong.”

After that talk, Maida watched Rosie Brine closer than ever. If she
caught a glimpse of the scarlet cape in the distance, it was hard to