He had the very best doctors in the land to see him, but they all said there was nothing to be done.

The spine had got twisted, or something of that nature, and he'd begun to have queer giddy fits too as made 'em say the brain were affected, which it really weren't, miss, for he's as sane as you or me, only simple you know, just a bit simple.

They said, all of 'em, as how he'd never live to grow up.

He'd get them abscies at the base of the skull, and they'd reach his brain and he'd go raving mad and die.

And the squire--that's Mr.Fielding--was all for putting him away there and then.