Then his father died, and his mother, and he lost his health.
Something ails his lungs, and the doctors sent him here to be out of doors.

He even sleeps out of doors, they say.

Anyway, he's here, and he's making a home for his sister; but, of course, with his hopes and ambitions--But there, David, you don't understand, of course!" "Oh, yes, I do," breathed David, his eyes pensively turned toward a shadowy corner.

"He found his work out in the world, and then he had to stop and couldn't do it.

Poor Mr.Jack!".