And have the window open and sit at it; don't lounge on that sofa, fancying you can't leave it; and to-morrow or the next day, borrow Mrs.Verner's carriage----" "No, thank you," interposed Lionel.
"Have a fly, then," composedly went on Jan.

"Rouse yourself, and eat and drink, and go into the air, and you'll soon be as well as I am.

It's the stewing and fretting indoors, fancying themselves ill, that keeps folks back." Something like a sickly smile crossed Lionel's wan lips.

"Do you remember how you offended your mother, Jan, by telling her she only wanted to rouse herself ?" "Well," said Jan, "it was the truth.

West keeps his patients dilly-dallying on, when he might have them well in no time.