It was an unprofessional thing to do, but I could see they were not well off, and I assured the doctor that I could manage.

To me it was worth while going through the double work just to breathe the atmosphere of unselfishness that sweetened those two sick-rooms.

The average invalid is not the patient sufferer people imagine.

It is a fretful, querulous, self-pitying little world that we live in as a rule, and that we grow hard in.

It gave me a new heart, nursing these young people.
"The man pulled through, and began steadily to recover, but the wife was a wee slip of a girl, and her strength--what there was of it--ebbed day by day.