She said nothing, except, of course, that she was too heavy for me to carry; but she clung to me convulsively.

I could feel her heart beating furiously against me, and she was twitching and quivering in every limb.
"You are the boy who took care of me back there when my sister died," said she as I carried her along.
"Are you Mrs.Gowdy's sister ?" I asked.
"I am Virginia Royall," she said.
6 She was very wet and very cold.

I set her down on the spring seat where she could lean back, and wrapped her in a buffalo robe, building up the fire until it warmed her.
"I'm glad it's you!" she said.
Presently I had hot coffee for her, and some warm milk, with the fish and good bread and butter, and a few slices of crisp pork which I had fried, and browned warmed-up potatoes.

There was smear-case too, milk gravy and sauce made of English currants.

She began picking at the food, saying that she could not eat; and I noticed that her lips were pale, while her face was crimson as if with fever.