Please, doctor--" The doctor looked into the wife's eyes, blurred with tears, and laid his hand tenderly on her shoulder.
"Keep a good heart, wife," he said; "we'll pull him through.

Tod is a tough little chap with plenty of fight in him yet.

I've seen them much worse.

It will soon be over; don't worry." Mrs.Fogarty's eyes brightened and even the fisherman's grim face relaxed.

Silent men in grave crises suffer most; the habit of their lives precludes the giving out of words that soothe and heal; when others speak them, they sink into their thirsty souls like drops of rain after a long drought.