I may catch it someday, and then I should like to know how to treat and cure it." "If you take it as badly as you did measles and whooping cough, it will go hard with you, old fellow," said Steve, much amused with the fancy.
"I want it to.

No great experience comes or goes easily, and this is the greatest we can know, I believe, except death." Something in Mac's quiet tone and thoughtful eyes made Rose look at him in surprise, for she had never heard him speak in that way before.

Steve also stared for an instant, equally amazed, then said below his breath, with an air of mock anxiety: "He's been catching something at the hospital, typhoid probably, and is beginning to wander.

I'll take him quietly away before he gets any wilder.

Come, old lunatic, we must be off." "Don't be alarmed.