The third time he tried her, it was with such a shout at the top of his voice, that the landlady come up, thinking something had happened.

I was looking over his shoulder, and saw that my dear child never started in the least.

'Poor little thing,' says the doctor, quite sorrowful, 'this is worse than I expected.' He stooped down and touched her, as he said this; and she turned round directly, and put out her hand to have her pulse felt as usual.

I tried to get out of her sight, for I was crying, and didn't wish her to see it; but she was too sharp for me.

She looked hard in my face and the landlady's, then in the doctor's, which was downcast enough; for he had got very fond of her, just as everybody else did who saw much of little Mary.
"'What's the matter ?' she says, in the same sort of strange unnatural voice again.