Then they settled down for the long night in the sick-room.

A strange sick-room it was; but many a hospital is less healthy.

Through wide cracks between the slabs there came in the cool, fresh air that in itself is worth more than all the medicines in the pharmacopoeia.

The patient had sunk into an uneasy slumber when Ellen made her dispositions for the night.
"You go and lie down now," she said, "in the other room, on the sofa.

I will call you if I want you.