"Don't be uneasy, dear," she said; "it's sure to be all right." "Yes, he is sure to pass," the doctor answered; "but--bless my soul, who's this ?" The individual who caused this exclamation was a very broad-faced and rosy-cheeked little girl, coarsely clad, with a pile of books and a slate under her arm, who had suddenly entered the apartment.
"Please sir," said this apparition, with a bob, "I'm Sarah Jane." "Are you, indeed ?" said the doctor, with mild irony.

"And what d'ye want here, Sarah Jane ?" "Please, sir, my mithar, Mrs.McTavish, asked me if I wudna' gie ye this letter frae the gentleman what's lodgin' wi' her." With these words the little mite delivered her missive and, having given another bob, departed upon her ways.
"Why," the doctor cried in astonishment, "it's directed to me and in Tom's writing.

What can be the meaning of this ?" "Oh dear! oh dear!" Mrs.Dimsdale cried, with the quick perception of womanhood; "it means that he has failed." "Impossible!" said the doctor, fumbling with nervous fingers at the envelope.

"By Jove, though," he continued, as he glanced over the contents, "you're right.

He has.