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Gair, an' I s'pose the Lord's goin' to punish me now; an' he couldn't have chosen a surer way than by sending sickness to Lucy. Good morning." Aunt Hepsy shut the door, and went into the kitchen. There Joshua sat anxiously awaiting the doctor's verdict. "There ain't much hope, Josh," she said briefly. "Ain't there, Hepsy? It's a bad job for the little 'un."
No inquiry had come from Thankful Rest, which had astonished Mrs. Keane very much. She thought they would be sure to feel anxious about Tom's recovery. She did not know Joshua Strong and his sister. The following morning Dr. Gair said Tom might go home as soon as he liked; so Miss Alice drove him and Lucy to Thankful Rest in the course of the forenoon.
Uncle Josh was in and out fifty times a day, and things outside were allowed to manage themselves; all interest centred in the little attic chamber and its suffering occupant. She lay in a kind of stupor most part of the day, only moaning at times with the pain Dr. Gair was powerless to relieve.
Our dinner was an excellent soup, the boiled cod garnished with fried smelts, the roast beef and a FRICANDEAU with sweet breads, then a pheasant, and afterwards, dessert. This morning Mr. Bates came very early to see us, and then Mr. Joseph Coolidge, who looks very young and handsome; then Mr. Colman, who also looks very well, Mr. Boyd and a Mr. Haight, of New York, and Mr. Gair, son of Mr.
"Dim Saesneg, sir," said the man, looking rather sheepish, "Dim gair o Saesneg." Rather surprised that a person of his appearance should not have a word of English, I repeated my question in Welsh. "Ah, you speak Cumraeg, sir;" said the man evidently surprised that a person of my English appearance should speak Welsh. "I am glad of it! What hill is that, you ask Dyna Mont Owain Glyndwr, sir."
Clinton, his companion, who is equally inclined to be pathetic, if one can judge from apparent symptoms." "I'm obliged to you, Masther," replied M'Mahon, who had not heard, or rather paid attention to, a single syllable he had uttered. "Of course it's thruth you're savin' -it is it is, fureer gair it is; and she that's gone from me is a proof of it.
"No, sir," she replied; "about six months." "Do you never keep male waiters in this establishment," he inquired. "Oh, yes, sir; Paudeen Gair and I generally act week about. This is my week, sir, an' he's at the plough." "And where have you been at service before you came here, my good girl?" "In Sir Thomas Gourlay's, sir." The stranger could not prevent himself from starting.
"If they ain't, I'll know the reason why," said she grimly. "Good evening." Lucy's sleep that night was calm and refreshing, and when Dr. Gair came again in the morning he expressed himself pleased with her condition. Miss Goldthwaite brought up a breakfast tray with a cup of weak tea and a piece of toast, of which Lucy was able to eat a little bit.
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She went downstairs immediately, and despatched the boy for Dr. Gair. During his absence, she endeavoured to induce Lucy to take some breakfast, but in vain. "I'm real sick, Aunt Hepsy," she said. "Just let me lie still. I don't want anything but just to be quiet." Within the hour Dr. Gair came to Thankful Rest, for Miss Hepsy's message had been urgent.
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