Think o' that, will ye?
Simeon Holly huntin' moss! An' he got it, too, an' brung it home, an' they say it cut him up somethin' turrible when the boy jest turned away, and didn't take no notice.

You understand, 'course, sir, the little chap ain't right in his head, an' so half the time he don't know what he says." "Oh, I'm sorry, sorry!" exclaimed Gurnsey, as he turned away, and hurried toward the farmhouse.
Mrs.Holly herself answered his low knock.

She looked worn and pale.
"Thank you, sir," she said gratefully, in reply to his offer of assistance, "but there isn't anything you can do, Mr.Gurnsey.

We're having everything done that can be, and every one is very kind.

We have a very good nurse, and Dr.Kennedy has had consultation with Dr.Benson from the Junction.