Better already.

Letter by post.
"Henry." She detained the man, and made up a packet of things for Cairnhope, and gave him five shillings to be sure and take them.
This was followed by a correspondence, a portion of which will suffice to eke out the narrative.
"DEAREST MOTHER,--I slept ill last night, and got up aching from head to foot, as if I had been well hided.

But they sent me to the top of Cairnhope Peak, and, what with the keen air and the glorious view, I came home and ate like a hog.

That pleased Martha Dence, and she kept putting me slices off her own plate, till I had to cry quarter.

As soon as I have addressed this letter, I'm off to bed, for it is all I can do not to fall asleep sitting.
"I am safe to be all right to-morrow, so pray don't fret.