I hate her! If I die, Phillis ought to be hanged, for it was she that killed me." "Hush! hush! no speaking," said Christian; and her soft compelling hand pressed the boy down again.

She was now almost certain that the lung was injured, and her eyes were full of foreboding compassion as they rested on the poor little fellow, so unused to suffering.
"Is this all true about Phillis ?" whispered Dr.Grey.
"I fear it is; but we can not talk of that just now.

Ah! here is the doctor." It was an inexpressible relief to Christian when, after his first glance at the patient, Dr.Anstruther said, in his quick, firm, cheery way, "Now, Dr.Grey, we'll soon put your little man right.

But we only want women here.

The best thing you can do is to walk out of the room.
This young lady ?" "Mrs.Grey--Dr.Anstruther." "I see--I beg your pardon, madam;" and his keen eyes took in at a glance the graceful figure, the brilliant evening dress.