Suddenly a great tumult came to my heart.
"Was he killed ?" I cried, and tried to rise from the bed.

"Let me go, will you ?" "He is dead," whispered Dr.White.
I laughed loudly.
"Be a good girl--be a good girl.

Get out, all of you.

Here, Miss Prior." "You are crying, Doctor; my eyes feel dry." "Pooh, pooh, little one.

Now I am going to set your arm; simple fracture, that's all.