There was such unmistakable pleasure written on every face that for a moment even she herself became a little conscious that her presence was like a grateful shower upon a parched and weary land.

But before she could buoy her spirits up with this knowledge they sank again as she perceived Dr.Moxon stalking down the long aisle, with ill-humor expressed in every motion of his bulky figure.

He was frowning deeply; his great feet fell flatly upon the creaking planks, as if he were crushing something at every step, and he rated the occupants of the cots on either side as he passed along.
"No.

4," he said sharply to a gaunt boy, whose cheeks were burning with rising fever, "you've got a relapse.

Serves you right for leaving your bed yesterday.