Bear up and you will soon get well again." "I feel so different now from what I did before," she remarked.
"Before I was so hot, and now I feel as cold as ice." Mrs.Wentworth put her hand upon the face of her child.

It was indeed as cold as ice, and alarmed the mother exceedingly.

She knew not how to act; she was alone in the cabin, and even had the old negro been at home, she had no money to purchase medicines with.

She was determined, however, that something should be done for her child, and the thought of again appealing to Mr.Swartz for assistance came into her mind.
"Perhaps, he will loan me a small sum of money when he learns how destitute I am, and that my child is very ill," she said musingly, and then added: "At any rate I will try what I can do with him." Turning to Ella Mrs.Wentworth said: "Do you think you could remain here with your brother until my return.

I want to go out and get something for you to take." "Yes, mother, but do not be long," she replied.