Why, my dear fellow," continued he, cheerfully, "you can't help getting better when we once get hold of you.

Mother's gruels, Doctor Burdett's prescriptions, and Em's nursing, would lift a man out of his coffin.

Come, now, don't let us hear anything more about dying." Clarence pressed his hand and looked at him affectionately, as though he appreciated his efforts to cheer him and felt thankful for them; but he only shook his head and smiled mournfully.
"Let me help your man to get you up.

When once you get ashore you'll feel better, I've no doubt.

We are not going to an hotel, but to the house of a friend who has kindly offered to make you comfortable until you are able to travel." With the assistance of Charlie and the servant, Clarence was gradually prepared to go ashore.