An old apothecary, named Sibbald, who had brought drugs to the house, attended me, and saved my life.

In less than a week, I was well again, and able to move about, and should have returned home, but the apothecary told me, as I had had the distemper once, I might resume my occupation with safety.

I did so, and have found plenty of employment." "No doubt," rejoined the old woman; "and you will find plenty more--plenty more." "I hope so," replied the other.
"Oh! do not give utterance to such a dreadful wish, Judith," rejoined her mother-in-law.

"Do not let cupidity steel your heart to every better feeling." A slight derisive smile passed over the harsh features of the plague-nurse.
"You heed me not," pursued the old woman.

"But a time will come when you will recollect my words." "I am content to wait till then," rejoined Judith.
"Heaven grant you a better frame of mind!" exclaimed the old woman.