He's breathin' regular enough." "He doesn't look worse--there's even a little colour in his cheeks," observed Aunt Charlotte, as she watched the sleeping boy.

"He's in quite a nice, natural slumber.

If nursing could only bring him round!" "I'd nurse him all my life for that matter," replied Lubin huskily, standing on the other side of the bed.
"I know you would, Lubin," cried Aunt Charlotte.

"You've been goodness itself to my poor darling.

What wouldn't I do--what wouldn't we all do--to save his precious life!" "Is he waking up ?" whispered Lubin, bending over.