He went on dreadfully because you'd gone, and said that was just his luck, and then he wished to Heaven he were with you, and said you were a lucky dog, to be leading a devil-me-care life in the open air, with nothing to bother you.

He didn't tell me what he'd got to bother him.

Lots of things, he said.

And he said life was a wretched affair, all round, and the only comfort was none of his family lived to be old.
"_Wednesday._ I had to stop on Monday, my head and back were so bad, and all yesterday too.

Dr.Brown came to see me, and talked a lot about you.
I am better to-day.