But still, with a natural fear, he had kept them out of all risk of taking the small-pox until now.
"John, do you think--" "No; I will not allow myself to think.

Not a word of this at home, mind.

Good-bye!" He walked away, and I returned up the path heavily, as if a cloud of terror and dole were visibly hanging over our happy Longfield.
The doctor appeared; he went up to the sick lad; then he and Mr.
Halifax were closeted together for a long time.

After he was gone, John came into the kitchen, where Ursula sat with Walter on her knee.
The child was in his little white night-gown, playing with his elder brothers, and warming his rosy toes.
The mother had recovered herself entirely: was content and gay.

I saw John's glance at her, and then--and then I feared.
"What does the doctor say?
The child will soon be well ?" "We must hope so." "John, what do you mean?
I thought the little fellow looked better when I went up to see him last.