CHAPTER XXIV.
About five o'clock that afternoon, the old gentleman came back to Adams's house; and when Alice opened the door, he nodded, walked into the "living-room" without speaking; then stood frowning as if he hesitated to decide some perplexing question.
"Well, how is he now ?" he asked, finally.
"The doctor was here again a little while ago; he thinks papa's coming through it.

He's pretty sure he will." "Something like the way it was last spring ?" "Yes." "Not a bit of sense to it!" Lamb said, gruffly.

"When he was getting well the other time the doctor told me it wasn't a regular stroke, so to speak--this 'cerebral effusion' thing.

Said there wasn't any particular reason for your father to expect he'd ever have another attack, if he'd take a little care of himself.

Said he could consider himself well as anybody else long as he did that." "Yes.