About a quarter of a mile to the west, however, the graveyard was plainly discernible, and she looked until her eyes were dim with tears at the spot where she knew her parents and brother were lying.

By this time Alice was asleep, and though the little arms which held her ached sadly, there was no complaint, but she wished Mr.Knight would speak to her once, if it were only to ask her how she did! At last, concluding there would be no impropriety in making the first advances herself, she said timidly, "Is it such a very bad place at the poor-house ?" "Why, no, not so dreadful.

There's places enough, sight worse, and then agin there's them, a good deal better But you needn't be afeard.
They'll take good care of you." "I wasn't thinking of myself," said Mary.
"Who was you thinkin' of, then ?" "Of Alice; she's always been sick and is not used to strangers, and among so many I am afraid she will be frightened." "Oh, she'll soon get used to 'em.

Nothin' like, habit.

Weakly, is she?
Wall, the poor-house ain't much of a place to get well in, that's a fact.