It's hard to decide when doctors disagree at that rate, and old Mary gave it up, and did what was the best thing--kept me quietly at home.

Of course we thought that my grandmother had written to my father, but she hadn't, so he can't have heard for ages.

We heard of my grandmother's death presently, and then made the pleasant discovery that she had died in debt, and that the furniture of the house was hired.
That pulled Mary and me up short.

She had saved a little, and I believe she spent every penny of that to get me up to London to a hospital.

I didn't have a bad time of it there for a month or two.