I shall expect you to study all summer to make up lost time, so that you can catch up with your class and enter Sophomore with them next fall." To please him she brought out her books and studied awhile every day, reciting her French and Latin to her mother, and wrestling along with the others as best she could.

Then, too, it was impossible not to be affected to some extent by his spirit of hopefulness, and several times she gave herself up to the bliss of dreaming of the joyful thing it would be, if he should prove to be right and she could go back to Warwick Hall in the fall.

Then, one day the surgeons came up from Phoenix again and made their examination and experiments, and after that the lessons and the day-dreams stopped.

Everything stopped, it seemed.
They told him the truth because he would have nothing else, although they shrank from doing it until the last moment of their stay.

They knew it would be like giving him his death-blow.