As she worked, she said a word of encouragement now and again; when she had done all she could see to do, she asked if there was more.

The woman suddenly clung to her hand and began to sob wildly.

Kate knelt beside the bed, stroked the white hair, patted the shoulder she could reach, and talked very much as she would have to a little girl.
"Please don't cry," she begged.

"It must be your heart; you'll surely make it worse." "I'm trying," said the woman, "but I've been scared sick.

I most certainly would have died if you hadn't come to me and found the medicine.