Ev'rythin' that can be done is bein' done.
In fact, there ain't much of anythin' else that is bein' done down there jest now but, tendin' ter him.

They've got one o' them 'ere edyercated nurses from the Junction--what wears caps, ye know, an' makes yer feel as if they knew it all, an' you didn't know nothin'.

An' then there's Mr.an' Mis' Holly besides.

If they had THEIR way, there wouldn't neither of, em let him out o' their sight fur a minute, they're that cut up about it." "I fancy they think a good deal of the boy--as we all do," murmured the younger man, a little unsteadily.
Larson winkled his forehead in deep thought.
"Yes; an' that's what beats me," he answered slowly; "'bout HIM,--Mr.
Holly, I mean.

'Course we'd 'a' expected it of HER--losin' her own boy as she did, an' bein' jest naturally so sweet an' lovin'-hearted.