But I am at my wit s end." "Don't say another word!" Mrs.Stover's bulky figure was already on the way to the door of the house.

"I'm only too glad to do what I can.

And, if I do say it, that shouldn't, I'm always real handy in a sick room.
'Bijah, be quiet; I don't care if we ARE on a picnic; no human bein' shall suffer while I set around and do nothin'." Mrs.Hains was at her cousin's heels.
"You'll worry him to death," she declared.

"You'll tell him how sick he is, and that he's goin' to die, and such stuff.

What he needs is cheerful conversation and mental uplift.