"But I'll be better before long, and then I want to see you.

There are things I want to tell you when I get the strength.

I can't think of them now, but they are things about Gideon Vetch." "About Father ?" asked the girl, and her voice trembled.
The woman stopped crying, and looked up appealingly, while she wiped her eyes on the ragged edge of the blanket.

"Yes, about Gideon Vetch.

That's his name, ain't it ?" "I wouldn't talk any more now, if I were you," said Gershom, putting his hand gently on her pillow.