You mustn't be cast down, Miss Nell.

Now don't be, pray!' These words of encouragement and consolation were few and roughly said, but they affected the child and made her, for the moment, weep the more.
'He'll be sure to get better now,' said the boy anxiously, 'if you don't give way to low spirits and turn ill yourself, which would make him worse and throw him back, just as he was recovering.

When he does, say a good word--say a kind word for me, Miss Nell!' 'They tell me I must not even mention your name to him for a long, long time,' rejoined the child, 'I dare not; and even if I might, what good would a kind word do you, Kit?
We shall be very poor.

We shall scarcely have bread to eat.' 'It's not that I may be taken back,' said the boy, 'that I ask the favour of you.

It isn't for the sake of food and wages that I've been waiting about so long in hopes to see you.