But it's rest only he wants, poor man; and here's where he'll get it.

Don't you worry, Lucy." Aunt Sarah's masterful treatment of cases such as these took much care and anxiety from them all.

Away from the bustle and roar of hurrying humanity and traffic, resting amid the soothing green, and breathing the mild air of the country; the minister ought surely to get well again soon.
He would not go to bed, but chose to sit in a big chair with a pillow under his head, looking out of the upstairs window which afforded a view of the town.

The sun came in rather strongly during the afternoon and the father motioned Lucy to partly draw the blind.

She did so, then drew a stool to his chair and seated herself near him.