. The lone furrow . you give us any encouragement at all aboutCraig? I asked; something for his sister to build on—sheneeds it, poor body. I know—I understand. You may be sure Ill fightpretty hard for his life. Youll be justified in offering her en-couragement—you may say Im very hopeful; that will besomething. But Im concerned over Miss Harkett. I started. There was a serious look in his solemn grayeyes that frightened me. Teacher!—isnt it just a little cold? Yes, a cold—but not a little one. Her heart is goinglike a trip hammer; and nerves! theyre like floss silk, vibrat-ing at every touch—i
. The lone furrow . you give us any encouragement at all aboutCraig? I asked; something for his sister to build on—sheneeds it, poor body. I know—I understand. You may be sure Ill fightpretty hard for his life. Youll be justified in offering her en-couragement—you may say Im very hopeful; that will besomething. But Im concerned over Miss Harkett. I started. There was a serious look in his solemn grayeyes that frightened me. Teacher!—isnt it just a little cold? Yes, a cold—but not a little one. Her heart is goinglike a trip hammer; and nerves! theyre like floss silk, vibrat-ing at every touch—its a wonder she didnt drop last always was a fretty little body; the sweetest creature inthe world, and the most conscientious Christian—her realdisease is organ on the brain. I know, I interjected; fretting about the destroyedchurch organ. Yes. Youd better get her home, Cameron—shell bemore contented. Shes worrj^ing over being a trouble hereto Mrs. Cameron. Ill go my rounds and come 231
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