"Going up-town?
I'll give you a lift." Sandy turned and looked up at the doctor impatiently.

The presence of other people in the world seemed an intrusion.
"I've been out to the Meeches' all afternoon," said the doctor, wearily, mopping his face with a red-bordered handkerchief.
"Is Martha worse ?" asked Sandy, in quick alarm.
"No, she's better," said the doctor, gruffly; "she died at four o'clock.".