He couldn't eat, and he didn't sleep, and I was at my wits' ends to know what to do for him.
One day Mrs.Lee,--that Mr.Ercildoune's housekeeper,--an old English lady she is, and she's lived with him ever since he was married, and before he came here,--a real lady, too,--came in with some sewing, some fine shirts for Mr.Robert Ercildoune.

I asked after him, and you'll be glad to know that he's recovering.

He didn't have to lose his leg, as they feared; and his arm is healing; and the wound in his breast getting well.

Mrs.Lee says she's very sorry the stump isn't longer, so that he could wear a Palmer arm,--but she's got no complaints to make; they're only too glad and thankful to have him living at all, after such a dreadful time.
While I was talking with her, Frankie called me from the next room, and began to cry.

You wouldn't have known him,--he cried at everything, and was so fretful and cross I could scarcely get along at all.