But really, I think the air of that Cairnhope Peak would cure a fellow at his last gasp.
"Thank you for the linen, and the brushes, and things.

But you are not the sort to forget anything a fellow might want," etc.
"No, my darling son.

Be in no hurry to leave Cairnhope.

Of course, love, I was alarmed at first; for I know doctors make the best of every thing; and then the first parting!--that is always a sorrowful thing.

But, now you are there, I beg you will stay till you are quite recovered.