When in Elmira Langdon began to fail but I think mamma did not know just what was the matter with him.
I was the cause of the child's illness.

His mother trusted him to my care and I took him a long drive in an open barouche for an airing.

It was a raw, cold morning, but he was well wrapped about with furs and, in the hands of a careful person, no harm would have come to him.

But I soon dropped into a reverie and forgot all about my charge.

The furs fell away and exposed his bare legs.