Her skin was hot and the pulse small, but tense and corded.
"Does your head ache ?" I wished to arouse her to external consciousness.
"Oh, it's you, Doctor." She recognized me and smiled faintly.
"How are you now ?" I inquired.
"Not so well, I think, Doctor," she answered.

"My head aches worse than it did; and I feel sick all over.

I don't know what can ail me." "Have you any uneasiness, or sense of oppression in the stomach ?" I inquired.
"Oh, yes, Doctor." She laid her hand upon her chest; and drew in a long breath, as if trying to get relief.
"Have you felt as well as usual for a week, or ten days past ?" I inquired.
"No, Doctor." It was the mother who answered my question.

"And in order that you may understand the case clearly, let me say, that it is only a week since we arrived from England.

We came over in a steamer, and were fifteen days in making the trip.