wickerwork-basket

Updated: June 21, 2025

But at last there came a time of real illness a time when I lay for months together inside my wickerwork-basket bed, and then it was that I learned that that hard face could relax, that those country-made creaking boots could steal very gently to a bedside, and that that rough voice could thin into a whisper when it spoke to a sick child. And now the child is himself a medical man, and yet Dr.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - Round the Red Lamp