What am I to do, I should like to know, if the valves of my heart don't open, or don't shut--whichever it is--while I'm left all alone here among strangers ?" "Send for Dr.Hope," suggested Phil.

"He'll only be gone one night.

Clover doesn't know anything about valves." "My cousin lives in a rather rough way, I imagine," interposed Clover, with a reproving look at Phil.

"He would hardly like to ask a stranger and an invalid to his house, when he might not be able to make her comfortable.

Mrs.Hope has been there before, and she's an old friend." "Oh, I dare say! There are always reasons.