Mrs Jonathan made jellies, and did her best.

Owen was gentle and tender as a girl, and helped to nurse his mother with a love and care that Gladys could scarcely understand in the lighthearted, wild sailor.
Before the end of the week, they wrote to summon Rowland, for Mrs Prothero's life was despaired of, and great was the anxiety and terror of all, lest he should come too late.
'Pray for her, Mr Owen, pray for her.

There is nothing else of any avail at such a time as this,' would Gladys say in answer to the young man's entreating glance.
'If I were as good as you I could, Gladys.

Oh, God! spare my beloved mother!' he would reply..