Over and over again I heard the name 'Louise.' Why wouldn't 'Louise' come to him?
It was so unkind of her--they had dug a great pit, and were pushing him down into it--oh! why didn't she come and save him?
He should be saved if she would only come and take his hand.
"His cries became so pitiful that I could bear them no longer.

His wife had gone to attend a prayer-meeting, but the church was only in the next street.

Fortunately, the day-nurse had not left the house: I called her in to watch him for a minute, and, slipping on my bonnet, ran across.

I told my errand to one of the vergers and he took me to her.

She was kneeling, but I could not wait.