please. Keep them for children."

Mrs. Staines left her bed; and would have left her room, but Dr. Philip
forbade it strictly.

One day, seated in her arm-chair, she said to the nurse, before Dr.
Philip, "Nurse, why do the servants look so curiously at me?"

Mrs. Briscoe cast a hasty glance at Dr. Philip, and then said, "I don't
know, madam. I never noticed that."

"Uncle, why did nurse look at you before she answered such a simple
question?"

"I don't know. What question?"

"About the servants."

"Oh, about the servants!" said he contemptuously.

"You should not turn up your nose at them, for they are all most kind
and attentive. Only, I catch them looking at me so strangely; really--as
if they--"

"Rosa, you are taking me quite out of my depth. The looks of servant
girls! Why, of course a lady in your condition is an object of especial
interest to them. I dare say they are saying to one another, 'I wonder
when my turn will come!' A fellow-feeling makes us wondrous kind--that
is a proverb, is it not?"