"Now, Sue," he remonstrated, "you needn't take a bit of bother.

Melvy will see to him by day, and I will look after him at night." Mrs.Hollis bit her lip and heroically refrained from expressing her mind.
"He's a mighty purty chile," said Aunt Melvy, tentatively.
"He's a common tramp," said Mrs.Hollis.
After supper, arranging a tray with a snowy napkin and a steaming bowl of broth, Mrs.Hollis went up to the sick-room.

Her first step had been to have the patient bathed and combed and made presentable for the occupancy of the guest-chamber.

It had been with rebellion of spirit that she placed him there, but the judge had taken one of those infrequent stands which she knew it was useless to resist.

She put the tray on a table near the big four-poster bed, and leaned over to look at the sleeper.
Sandy lay quiet among the pillows, his fair hair tumbled, his lips parted.