I'm taken faint sometimes; and the doctor says it's my heart or something that's the cause of it, so my daughter she--You ain't going, my dear, are you ?" "I must look after my brother," said poor Clover; "he's been ill, you know, and this is the time for his medicine." "Dear me! is he ill ?" said Mrs.Watson, in an aggrieved tone.

"I wasn't prepared for that.

You'll have your hands pretty full with him and me both, won't you ?--for though I'm well enough just now, there's no knowing what a day may bring forth, and you're all I have to depend upon.

You're sure you must go?
It seems as if your sister--Mrs.Worthing, is that the name ?--might see to the medicine, and give you a little freedom.

Don't let your brother be too exacting, dear.