But he has been ill for a long time, poor man, and with little hope of recovery, so his daughter has a very hard life.

I am going over to see him now, if you will excuse me.

There is no doctor here, of course, so I have done what I could for him." "It was another daughter, a dear, delightful little person named Mrs.Burton, who was here when we came," said Mary.

"I am glad to find there are such nice people here, and I hope we shall be friends." Jervis flung up his head with a haughty movement, almost as if he resented the kindly overture, but he replied civilly enough; only the thought in his mind as he went down to the river was that poor Katherine, with her hard, drudging life for the good of others, was so much more noble than this girl, who lived only to please herself, that it would be a condescension on Katherine's part to be friendly with her.

When he reached the store it was to find no one about but Mrs.Burton and the invalid.
"Ah, I am late to-night!" he said apologetically, and with a feeling of sharp disappointment.