WE GO TO MEETING AND SEE MR.

WRIGHT AGAIN I had a chill that night and in the weeks that followed I was nearly burned up with lung fever.

Doctor Clark came from Canton to see me every other day for a time, and one evening Mr.Wright came with him and watched all night near my bedside.

He gave me medicine every hour, and I remember how gently he would speak and raise my head when he came with the spoon and the draft.

It grieved me to hear him say, as he raised me in his arms, that I wasn't bigger than "a cock mosquito." I would lie and watch him as he put a stick on the fire and tiptoed to his armchair by the table, on which three lighted candles were burning.
Then he would adjust his spectacles, pick up his book, and begin to read, and I would see him smile or frown or laugh until I wondered what was between the black covers of the book to move him so.