I'll have bull-dogs--I'll have blunderbusses and spring-guns, Mrs.Simcoe, ma'am! And what do you mean by fighting at my gate, Sir ?" he said, turning upon Little Malacca, who quivered under his wrath.

"What are you doing at my gate?
Can't Mr.Gray keep his boys at home?
Hope, go up stairs!" said the old gentleman, as he reached the foot of the staircase.
But Hope Wayne and Mrs.Simcoe remained with the patient.

Hope rubbed the boy's hands, and put her own hand upon his forehead from time to time, until he sighed heavily and opened his eyes.

But before he could recognize her she went out to send Hiram to him, while Mrs.Simcoe sat quietly by him.
"We must put you to bed," she said, gently, "and to-morrow you may go.
But why do you fight ?" Gabriel turned toward her with a piteous look.
"No matter," replied Mrs.Simcoe.

"Don't talk.