Here she was, with her wretched health, and her only darling child going down to the grave before her eyes;"-- and Marie routed up Mammy nights, and rumpussed and scolded, with more energy than ever, all day, on the strength of this new misery.
"My dear Marie, don't talk so!" said St.Clare.

"You ought not to give up the case so, at once." "You have not a mother's feelings, St.Clare! You never could understand me!--you don't now." "But don't talk so, as if it were a gone case!" "I can't take it as indifferently as you can, St.Clare.If _you_ don't feel when your only child is in this alarming state, I do.

It's a blow too much for me, with all I was bearing before." "It's true," said St.Clare, "that Eva is very delicate, _that_ I always knew; and that she has grown so rapidly as to exhaust her strength; and that her situation is critical.

But just now she is only prostrated by the heat of the weather, and by the excitement of her cousin's visit, and the exertions she made.

The physician says there is room for hope." "Well, of course, if you can look on the bright side, pray do; it's a mercy if people haven't sensitive feelings, in this world.