Her face was not so feverish as before; indeed, he could see without being a physician that the patient was much better.
"And this is Hugh ?" she said, in a voice that trembled.

"Yes, I seem to remember your face, and how you listened to me trying to tell you how much I wanted to get to Scranton before I fell sick, for I could feel it coming on.

And your mother tells me you carried us both home in your sleigh.

It was a generous heart that could take an utter stranger in, as you have done, and care for her as if she were your own flesh and blood.

Please let me thank you, Hugh, from the bottom of my heart." Hugh took the hand she extended; but he was careful not to give it one of his customary vigorous squeezes; she looked so wan and frail that he knew he must hold himself in check.
"Oh! it was a mighty little thing for anyone to do, Mrs.Walters," he said, in some confusion, but speaking the name with a purpose in view.
"How did you know that was my name, Hugh ?" she asked immediately.
"You mentioned it, my dear, in your delirium," explained Mrs.Morgan; "and then, besides, Joey told us that much." "And did I tell you anything more in my ravings ?" she asked, looking worried.
"Only something about a certain grandfather whom you seemed to think might not receive you as you ardently hoped when you started forth on this long journey," the older lady told her.