Cook!" "Sir ?" "Hammer three chickens to pieces with your rolling-pin, then mince them; then chuck them into a big pot with cold water, stew them an hour, and then boil them to a jelly, strain, and serve.

Meantime, send up three slices of mutton half raw; we will do a little chewing, not much." The patients submitted like lambs, only Walter grumbled a little, but at last confessed to a headache and sudden weariness.
Julia Clifford took special charge of Grace Hope, the doctor of William Hope, and Colonel Clifford sat by Walter, congratulating, soothing, and encouraging him, until he began to doze.
* * * * * Doctor Garner's estimate of his patients proved correct.

The next day Walter was in a raging fever.
Hope remained in a pitiable state of weakness, and Grace, who in theory was the weaker vessel, began to assist Julia in nursing them both.

To be sure, she was all whip-cord and steel beneath her delicate skin, and had always been active and temperate.

And then she was much the youngest, and the constitutions of such women are anything but weak.