She was good with the needle, and indeed, at anything she tried to do." "I did not know her," said Mrs.Murray, softly, "but every one tells me she was a good housekeeper and a good woman." "She was that," said Kirsty, emphatically, "and she was the light of his eyes, and it was a bad day for Hugh when she went away." "Now, Kirsty," said Mrs.Murray, after a pause, "before we put on these clean things, we will just give him a sponge bath." Kirsty gasped.
"Mercy sakes! He will not be needing that in the winter, and he will be getting a cold from it.

In the summer-time he will be going to the river himself.

And how will you be giving him a bath whatever ?" Mrs.Murray carefully explained the process, again fortifying her position by referring to the practices of the Montreal hospital, till, as a result of her persuasions and instructions, in an hour after Macdonald had awakened from his sleep he was lying in his Sabbath white shirt and between fresh sheets, and feeling cleaner and more comfortable than he had for many a day.

The fever was much reduced, and he fell again into a deep sleep.
The two women watched beside him, for neither would leave the other to watch alone.

And Ranald, who could not be persuaded to go up to his loft, lay on the bunk in the kitchen and dozed.