"Can I see him ?" "'Praps you can, if you go to the hospital to-morrow; but whether you'll find him living or dead is more than I can say.

I couldn't keep him here--I wasn't able to stand him.

I've had the fever myself--he took it from me.
You must come in," continued the woman, "if you want to talk--I'm afraid of catching cold, and can't stand at the door.

Maybe you're afraid of the fever," she further observed, as she saw Lizzie hesitate on the door-step.
"Oh, no, I'm not afraid of that," answered Lizzie quickly--"I am not in the least afraid." "Come in, then," reiterated the woman, "and I'll tell you all about it." The woman looked harmless enough, and Lizzie hesitated no longer, but followed her through the entry into a decently furnished room.

Setting the candlestick upon the mantelpiece, she offered her visitor a chair, and then continued-- "He came home this last time in an awful state.