"That's what your mother would do if she
were here," she cried, merrily. "Where's
the water?"

She washed his face and hands a long
time, till they were cool and his convulsive
sobs had ceased. Then she took a slice of
thin bread from her basket and a spoonful
of amber jelly. She beat an egg into some
milk and dropped a little liquor within it,
and served them together on the first clean
napkin that had been in the cabin of the
three Johns since it was built

At this the great fool on the bed cried
again, only quietly, tears of weak happi-
ness running from his feverish eyes. And
Catherine straightened the disorderly cabin.
She came every day for two weeks, and by
that time Henderson, very uncertain as to the
strength of his legs, but once more accoutred
in his native pluck, sat up in a chair, for
which she had made clean soft cushions,
writing a letter to his mother. The floor
was scrubbed; the cabin had taken to itself
cupboards made of packing-boxes; it had
clothes-presses and shelves; curtains at the
windows; boxes for all sort of necessaries,
from flour to tobacco; and a cook-book on
the wall, with an inscription within which