Lloyd wandered listlessly from place to place, trying to keep out of the way, and to make as little trouble as possible.
"I'm a real little woman now," she repeated, proudly, whenever she was allowed to pound ice or carry fresh water.

"I'm papa's little comfort." One cold, frosty evening she was standing in the hall, when the doctor came out of the room and began to put on his overcoat.
Her mother followed him to take his directions for the night.
He was an old friend of the family's.

Elizabeth had climbed on his knees many a time when she was a child.

She loved this faithful, white-haired old doctor almost as dearly as she had her father.
"My daughter," he said, kindly, laying his hand on her shoulder, "you are wearing yourself out, and will be down yourself if you are not careful.

You must have a professional nurse.