His tossings and mutterings ceased and he fell into a sleep.
Kirsty stood by admiring.
"Mercy me! Look at that now; and it is yourself that is the great doctor!" "Now, Kirsty," said Mrs.Murray, in a very matter-of-fact tone, "we will just make him a little more comfortable." "Yes," said Kirsty, not quite sure how the feat was to be achieved.

"A little hot something for his inside will be good, but indeed, many's the drink I have given him," she suggested.
"What have you been giving him, Kirsty ?" "Senny and dandylion, and a little whisky.

They will be telling me it is ferry good whatever for the stomach and bow'ls." "I don't think I would give him any more of that; but we will try and make him feel a little more comfortable." Mrs.Murray knew she was treading on delicate ground.

The Highland pride is quick to take offense.
"Sick people, you see," she proceeded carefully, "need very frequent changes--sheets and clothing, you understand." "Aye," said Kirsty, suspiciously.
"I am sure you have plenty of beautiful sheets, and we will change these when he wakes from his sleep." "Indeed, they are very clean, for there is no one but myself has slept in them since he went away last fall to the shanties." Mrs.Murray felt the delicacy of the position to be sensibly increased.
"Indeed, that is right, Kirsty; one can never tell just what sort of people are traveling about nowadays." "Indeed, and it's true," said Kirsty, heartily, "but I never let them in here.

I just keep them to the bunk." "But," pursued Mrs.Murray, returning to the subject in hand, "it is very important that for sick people the sheets should be thoroughly aired and warmed.