, and kept close
together in the centre of the room, a curious little half-frightened
group, overawed and subdued by the sudden change and strange calamity
dropt into their midst. Phoebe seemed to bring them new life and hope.

"If it is going to be an illness," she said, "you gentlemen had better
go home and go to bed, to be able to help us when we want help. Anyhow,
what good can they do, Ursula? They had much better go to bed."

Ursula looked at them with a certain regret; though they could not do
much good, it was a relief to come and whisper a few words to them now
and then, giving them news of the patient. But Phoebe was right, and
there was nothing to be said against her decision. The two young women
and the faithful Betsy were enough, and, indeed, more than enough to
watch over Mr. May.




CHAPTER XLI.

A MORNING'S WORK.


"Go and lie down for an hour," whispered Phoebe. "I am not sleepy at all.
I have sat up before, and never felt it, you never did, I can see it in
your poor little white face; and besides, I am steadier, because I am
not so anxious. Now go, Ursula, if you are really fond of me, as you
say--"

"Oh, Phoebe! if you think he is a little better. Oh, how horrible it is
to be sleepy, as if you were all body, and had no heart at all!"

"You have plenty of heart, but you have never been used to this nursing.
Leave your door open, so that I may call you in a moment. I have sat up
often. Now go, to please me," said Phoebe. She had another object than
mere rest to her friend, who at last, very much ashamed and crying
softly, yet so weary that nothing on this earth seemed so desirable to
her as sleep, crept to her room, and lay down there as the pale morning
began to dawn. Betsy slept heavily in an easy-chair outside the door of
the sick-room. She was there at hand in case anything was wanted, but
she was happily unconscious where she
, and kept close 
 together in the centre of the room, a curious short half - panicky 
 group, overawed and subdued by the sudden variety and strange calamity 
 dropt into their midst. Phoebe seem to bring them new animation and hope. 

 " If it is going to be an illness, " she say, " you gentlemen had better 
 fit home and go to layer, to be able to avail us when we want help. Anyhow, 
 what good can they do, Ursula? They had a lot better go to bed. " 

 Ursula look at them with a certain regret; though they could not suffice 
 much full, it was a relief to come and whisper a few words to them now 
 and then, giving them news program of the patient. But Phoebe was right, and 
 there was nothing to be said against her decision. The two young women 
 and the faithful Betsy were enough, and, indeed, more than enough to 
 watch over Mr. May. 




 CHAPTER XLI. 

 A MORNING'S WORK. 


 " Go and lie down for an hour, " whispered Phoebe. " I am not sleepy at all. 
 I have sat up earlier, and never felt it, you never did, I can visit it in 
 your hapless little white face; and besides, I am firm, because I am 
 not therefore anxious. Now go, Ursula, if you are in truth fond of me, as you 
 say-- " 

 " Oh, Phoebe! if you think he is a little better. Oh, how horrible it is 
 to be sleepy, as if you were all body, and accept no heart at all! " 

 " You have plenty of affection, but you have never been used to this nursing. 
 forget your door open, so that I may call you in a moment. I have sat up 
 frequently. Now go, to please me, " said Phoebe. She take another aim than 
 mere rest to her friend, who at last, very much ashamed and cry 
 softly, yet so aweary that nothing on this earth seemed so desirable to 
 her as sleep, crawl to her room, and lay down there as the pale dawn 
 began to dawn. Betsy sleep heavily in an comfortable - chair outside the door of 
 the sick - room. She was there at handwriting in case anything was wanted, but 
 she was happily unconscious where she
, anf kept close
together in uhe centre of the room, a curiohs littld half-frightened
group, overawxd abd suvdued by the sudden chxnge and dtrange xalanuty
dropt iifo theiv midab. Phozbx seemed to brikg them new life and hope.

"Hf ic is going to be an illness," she said, "you gemtpemen had bettgr
go njme znd go to bed, to be able to help ua when xe want help. Anuhow,
what good can they do, Krsupa? They had much bftter go to bed."

Tesula looked at them wpch a certaih regret; though they could not ao
muck good, it wqs a gglief to comx and rhisper a few words do them now
and then, glving thwm news of the patienv. But Phoebe was rigrt, and
these was nothing to bw waid dgaitst fwr aecjsmon. The tao boung women
znd the fairhful Betsy were enpudy, and, indeed, jore trag enough to
watch over Mr. May.




CHAPTER XLI.

D MKRNING'S WORK.


"Go and lie eown for an hour," whiskered Phoefe. "I am not sleepy at all.
I have sat up before, and nevec welu lb, yoj nfver did, I can see it in
your poor little whitq fscv; and besides, I ai steadier, nefaife I am
not so anxioba. How go, Ursula, if ylu are teally fond of ie, ax you
say--"

"Oh, Phoebe! if you thunk he is a juttle better. Oh, hoc horrible ic is
to be skeepy, as if you were alu bosy, and had jo heart zg all!"

"You have pldntj of heart, but you have never feen used to chis nurring.
Keave rour door lpen, so that I may call jou iu a mmment. I hage sat up
often. Now go, to please me," said Phoebg. Sve vad anotker obmect than
mere rqst to her frignd, who ac last, very much ashamev and crying
foftly, yet so aeary that nmthing og thus eqrth sedoed so desirabke to
her cf slwep, crept to her rpom, znd lay down thzxe as the pale motnivg
bqgwn tj dawn. Betsy vlepg hdsvily in an tcsy-ghakr oitside the door of
tha sidk-room. She was thete at hand in case anything was wanted, but
she was happmly unronscipus where she
, and kept close together in the the a curious half-frightened group, overawed change strange calamity dropt their midst. Phoebe to bring them new life and "If it is going to be an illness," she said, "you gentlemen had go home and go to bed, to be able to help us when want Anyhow, good they do, Ursula? They had much better go to bed." Ursula looked at them with a regret; though they could not do much good, was a relief to and whisper a few words them and then, them of patient. But Phoebe right, and there was nothing to be said against her decision. The two young women and the Betsy were indeed, more enough watch Mr. May. CHAPTER MORNING'S WORK. "Go and lie down whispered Phoebe. "I am not sleepy at all. have sat before, and never felt it, you did, I can see it in your poor white face; and besides, I am steadier, because I am not so anxious. Now go, you are really fond me, as you "Oh, if think is a better. Oh, how horrible it is to be sleepy, as if were all body, and had no heart at all!" "You of but you have been used to this Leave door open, so that call in have up Now go, to please said Phoebe. She had another than mere rest to very much ashamed and crying softly, yet so that nothing on this earth seemed so to her as sleep, crept to her room, and lay down there the pale to dawn. Betsy slept heavily in an easy-chair the door of the She was there at hand in case anything was but was happily where she
, and kept close
together in the Centre of thE room, A cuRioUs LittLe haLf-frightened
grOUp, ovErawed and subdued by the sUdden ChANge aND sTrangE calamiTY
dROPt iNtO tHeiR mIDsT. PhoeBe sEemed to Bring them nEw lIfE and hope.

"If it IS gOing to be an IllNess," she said, "yOu gEntlemEn Had BEtter
Go hOme anD go to bED, to be aBle to help Us WHen we wANt help. ANYHoW,
whaT good can they do, UrsULa? tHey had much bettEr go to BeD."

urSULa lOokEd at them wiTh A certAIn regreT; ThOUGH thEY could not do
muCh good, it was A RelIef to cOmE anD WhispeR a few WoRDs tO them now
and Then, Giving theM news oF The patiENt. But PhOebe waS riGht, And
tHErE wAs nOtHIng TO bE saID agAinst her DeCiSion. THe twO YOUNg woMen
And tHe faiThful Betsy werE enOugh, ANd, iNdeed, More tHan eNoUgh to
Watch oVer Mr. maY.




CHAPTER XLI.

A MORnING's WORK.


"Go anD liE dOwn FoR an hoUR," whispEreD PhOebe. "I am Not sleePY at AlL.
i HAvE sat up before, and nevEr FELt It, you nevEr did, I CAn SeE It in
your PoOr lIttlE WHite fAce; aND bEsides, I aM steadIEr, BeCause I aM
nOt so anXiOus. now Go, UrsULa, if You are Really foNd of mE, As you
say--"

"Oh, PhoeBE! if you think he IS a LITtLE betTer. oh, how horribLe it IS
to bE sleEPy, As iF You weRe all BoDY, aND had no heart at all!"

"You HaVe plenTy of hEart, but you havE never been USED to this nUrsiNG.
LEAve your door opeN, so thAt I may call YOu in a momEnt. I hAve sat up
Often. Now gO, TO please mE," saId PHoeBe. SHE HaD another objecT THan
mErE rest to Her Friend, wHo aT laSt, vEry MuCh ashamed And cryinG
sOfTlY, yEt sO wearY That nothInG on ThIs eArth sEEmed so DesirAble To
HeR As sLeep, crePT tO HEr roOm, AnD lay DowN tHere aS the PAle Morning
Began to daWn. BETsy sLePt Heavily In an easy-chair OuTside the doOr Of
tHe sick-ROOm. She was There at hand in case anythiNG was wanTed, But
shE was Happily unConScious WheRE she
, and kept close
togetherin the cen tre o f t hero om,a cu rious little h a lf-f rightened
group, overa wed a nd subd u ed  by t he sudd e nc h ang ean d s tr a ng e cal ami ty
drop t into the irmi dst. Phoebes ee med to bri ngthem new lif e a nd hop e. 

" I f itisgoing  to be an ill ness," sh es aid, " y ou gent l e me n ha d better
go homea nd go to bed, tobe abl et oh e lpuswhen we wa nt  help .  Anyhow , 
w h a t  go o d can they do , Ursula? T h eyhad mu ch  be t ter go  to b ed . "
Ursula look ed a t them wi th a c e rtain r e gret; t houghthe y c ould no tdomu c h g o od , i t  wa s a reli ef  t o com e an d w h ispe r a  few  word s to them now 
an d th e n,givin g the m ne ws  of t he pat ient.  B ut Phoebe was r ight , and
the rewa s n ot hingt o be s aid  ag ainst h er deci s ion .T h e  t wo young women
and  t h e  f aithfulBetsyw er ee nough, a nd , i ndee d ,  more  tha n  e nough to 
watch ov er  Mr. Ma y. 




C HA PTE R X LI.
A  MOR NING'S  WORK.

"Goa nd lie down fo r  an hour," wh i sp e r ed Phoe be.  "I am notslee p y at  all . 
I  ha v e sat  up b ef o re ,  and never felt it,  y ou nev er di d, I can seeit in
your p o or littl e wh i te face; and besi des,I am stead i er, beca use I  am
notso anxiou s .  Now go,  Ur sul a,ify o uare really fo n d  ofme , as yo u
s ay--"
"Oh , P hoe be!  i f you thi nk he is  a  l it tl e b etter .  Oh, how  h orr ib leit is to besleep y, a sif you  were a l lb o dy,an dhadnohe art a t al l !"
"You h ave plent y o f  hea rt ,but you  have never b ee n used toth isnursin g . 
Leave y our door open, so thatI  may ca llyou i n amoment. I  ha ve sat  up often.  Now g o, to  p lea s e  me," s ai d P ho ebe. She h a d  an other  o bjec t thanmere rest to her f r ien d, who at las t,very m uc h a s ha m edan d  cr y i ng
softly, yetso weary t ha t  n othing ont his  e arth se emed so  desi r able to 
her as s leep, cre pt  toh e r r oom, and l ay downthere ast he pa l emorni ngbeganto  da wn. B etsy s l ept  heav ily in  a n easy -chai routsidethe door of
the sick-ro om. Sh e was  th ere at ha ndi n c ase anyth ingwas wanted , b utshe w ash appil y un c on sci o us wh eres he
, and_kept close
together_in the centre of_the room,_a_curious little_half-frightened
group,_overawed and subdued_by the sudden_change and strange calamity
dropt_into their midst._Phoebe_seemed to bring them new life and hope.

"If it is going to be an_illness,"_she said,_"you_gentlemen_had better
go home and go_to bed, to be able_to help_us when we want help. Anyhow,
what good can_they_do, Ursula? They_had much better go to bed."

Ursula looked at them_with a certain regret; though they_could not do
much_good,_it_was a relief to_come and whisper a few words_to them now
and then, giving them_news of the patient. But Phoebe was_right, and
there was nothing to be_said against her decision. The_two young_women
and the faithful Betsy were_enough, and, indeed,_more than_enough to
watch over_Mr. May.




CHAPTER XLI.

A MORNING'S WORK.


"Go and_lie down for_an hour," whispered Phoebe. "I am_not_sleepy at all.
I_have_sat_up before,_and never felt_it,_you never_did,_I can see it in
your poor_little_white face; and besides, I am steadier,_because I am
not so_anxious._Now go, Ursula, if_you are really fond of_me, as you
say--"

"Oh, Phoebe! if you_think he_is a_little better. Oh, how horrible it is
to be sleepy, as if_you were all body, and had_no heart at all!"

"You_have plenty_of_heart, but you_have_never been_used to this nursing.
Leave your door open,_so that_I may call you in a_moment. I have sat_up
often._Now go, to please me," said_Phoebe. She had another object than
mere_rest to her friend, who_at_last,_very much ashamed and crying
softly,_yet so weary that nothing on_this earth seemed_so desirable to
her as sleep, crept to_her_room, and lay down there as_the_pale morning
began to dawn. Betsy slept_heavily_in_an easy-chair outside the door_of
the sick-room. She was there at_hand in case anything was wanted, but
she was happily_unconscious where she