Mary's weary eyes lifted, and she smiled faintly at the lady who had been kind to her.

Then unconsciousness returned, and the village nurse gave it as her opinion that the end was near.
Elizabeth looked round the room.

Thank God the cottage did not belong to the Squire! The bedroom was about ten feet by seven, with a sloping thatched roof, supported by beams three centuries old.

The one window was about two feet square.

The nurse pointed to it.
'The doctor said no pneumonia case could possibly recover in a room like this.