The lips were white with their firm compression; and yet they had a quick nervous motion.
"Oh, John! John! what is the matter ?" cried Mrs.Wilkinson, as she looked first upon the face of her child, and then into that of her husband, with a most anxious and imploring glance.

"Is she dying ?" "No, dear, I think not," returned Wilkinson, with a composure of voice that belied the agitation of his feelings.
"Oh! what is the matter?
Yes! Yes! I'm sure she's dying.

Oh! run quick! quick! for the doctor." "First," said Wilkinson, who was becoming, every moment, more self-possessed, and who now saw that the child, who was teething, had been thrown into spasms, "let us do what we can for her.

She is in convulsions, and we must get her into a bath of hot water as quickly as possible.

I will call up Anna.