Why, you remember the Mills boy?
He almost lost his arm." "Oh, my dear Nora," said her mother.

"There is no need of imagining such terrible things, but I am glad Dr.Brown is to be here.

It is quite providential.

I am sure he will put poor Mr.Romayne right.

Kathleen, dear," continued the mother, turning to her elder daughter, "I think it would be very nice if you would run over to-morrow while Mrs.
Waring-Gaunt drives to the station.