The slightly-parted lips were almost black, and here and there on her face there seemed to be a kind of rash.

Mr.Woodstock's companion, after taking one glance, drew hastily back.
"Looks like small-pox," he said, in an alarmed voice.

"I wouldn't stand so near, sir, if I was you." "Isn't there any one to look to her ?" said Abraham.

Then turning to one of the children, "Where's your father ?" he asked.
"Dono," was the little fellow's indifferent reply.
"Are you alone ?" "Dono." They went down to the floor below, and there found a woman standing at her door.
"What's the matter with her up there ?" asked Mr.Woodstock.
"She's very bad, sir.

Her Susan's gone to get a order for the parish doctor, I b'lieve.