Cie cook t from me and s to Dr Graves. they frowned.
You ten Susan, said Dr Cie. ?
It is my name.
You ten badly. Did you do so on purpose? e me out a line, as I requested first.
I cant. I cant!
Yes, you can. rite a single e me te: speckle.
I shook my head.
Come, come, difficult. And you kno letter of it, already.
Again, I ated. And tcilted to see me do it—I e an S. t tters. t on and on, and gree.
You still press ie said.
Do I?
You knoters are muddled, and very ill-formed. letter is t is one of your oo understand t your uncle—a scenance ant?
. I quivered rigies gaze and said, as steadily as I could:
I an uncle to my name. You mean old Mr Lilly. I dare say es neatly enoug you see, I aint her.
apped at his chin.
For you, rinder.
I quivered again. Sir, I am!
. I t, ts it! and almost surned to Dr Graves and shook his head.
Quite complete, it? I dont believe I ever saending even to tor faculties. Its t study on this,
until our course of treatment is decided. Mrs Rivers, my pencil if you please. Ladies, good-day.
urned, and left us. Dr Graves and Nurse Spiller turn t as if sruck me or knocked me do crying. Sut—but too used to tears in t o see a ting at dinner, o tut turned into a yas, so me or to all of us. orments, ard on. orments, ty, be a good girl to your poor old nurse. Fetc my ointment, will you?
Sill of tty took it to t out a jar of grease. te and ty sat, took a , and began to into Nurse Bacons sh.
t finds tty chuckled.
I turned my o my pilloty a demon at cil I could cry no more.
And t beside my bed, and tle.
Come, my dear. You must not give in to tears.
It out o me. I sa, and flinched.
A it. I am not quite in my rigo t, a ches. hush!
Saken a I s soft; and tness of it, and t s piece of kindness t anyone o to cry again. Nurse Bacon looked over. Ive go