Why, I haven't seen so bad a case of chilblains these ten years." "What ought I to do for him, doctor ?" asked Sharp, in real concern.
"I have done all that is necessary at present," replied the doctor.
"But he must be suffered to have rest; and, as you value his limbs, don't let him be exposed to the wet or cold until his feet are healed, and the tenderness and soreness are both gone." "I shall attend to your direction, most certainly," said Sharp, his manner greatly changed from what it was when the doctor came in.
"But, really, doctor," he continued, "I had no idea that there was any danger in getting the feet a little frosted." "The chilblains are not only extremely painful," replied Doctor R--, "but there is great danger, where the feet are exposed to wet and cold, as Henry's must have been to get in the condition they are, of mortification supervening.

That little boy will require great care, or he will stand a chance of being crippled for life.

Good-morning!" Poor Henry! How eagerly had he hung upon the doctor's words; how almost agonizing had been his desire for even the slightest intimation that he was remembered by the physician, to whose mistaken kind offices he was indebted for the place he held in the family of Sharp! But all was in vain.

A dozen times he was on the eve of asking for his mother; but, as often, weak timidity held him back.

In the presence of his master, fear kept him dumb.