That plain sour-faced child that's almost as bad as himself has just bewitched him.

How she's done it there's no telling.
The Lord knows she's nothing to look at and you scarcely ever hear her speak, but she did what none of us dare do.

She just flew at him like a little cat last night, and stamped her feet and ordered him to stop screaming, and somehow she startled him so that he actually did stop, and this afternoon--well just come up and see, sir.

It's past crediting." The scene which Dr.Craven beheld when he entered his patient's room was indeed rather astonishing to him.

As Mrs.Medlock opened the door he heard laughing and chattering.