"Oh, come, now, you know!" He leaned to me and whispered, "Miss Ccile!"Hugh hardly thought about this at all before he answered. It was a perfectly evident proposition.
The bright little face turned suddenly, and its owner saw the Doctor standing near with an amused expression on his features, and, perhaps, a little moisture in his eyes. She uttered a cheery "Good-morning," to which the Doctor returned,For my part I privately wished this saint wouldn't rub my uninteresting surname into me every time he spoke. As we dismounted near the tents I leaned against my saddle and asked further concerning the object of his loving anxiety. Was Ned Ferry generous, pleasant, frank?"I?--I hit you? Oh, Captain Jewett, thank God, I didn't hit you at all!""Hosp'--Oh--oh! gangrene, typhoid, lock-jaw, itch, small-pox! Isn't she deep enough in the hospital service already, with her quinine dolls?""Life is strife indeed to her," I said.