One afternoon he had a fit, and jumped up and run out on the portico of the hotel with nothing in the world on and the wind a blowing liken ice and we after him scared to death; and when the ladies and gentlemen saw that he had a fit, every lady scattered for her room and not a gentleman lifted his hand to help, the wretches! Well after that his life hung by a thread for as much as ten days, and the minute he was out of danger Emmeline and me just went to bed sick and worn out.

I never want to pass through such a time again.

Poor dear Francois--which leg did he break, Mrs.Oreille!" Mrs.O.--"It was his right hand hind leg.

Jump down, Francois dear, and show the ladies what a cruel limp you've got yet." Francois demurred, but being coaxed and delivered gently upon the floor, he performed very satisfactorily, with his "right hand hind leg" in the air.

All were affected--even Laura--but hers was an affection of the stomach.