“No! I must try to forgive him; we are all great sinners; is it cold to-day?”
“No! it is a good deal hot
“I thought it must, for the wind is in a kindly quarter. Well, Jacky, I am as cool as ice.”
“Dat very curious.”
“And my head do ache so I can hardly bear myself.”
“You ill a little—soon be well.”
“I doubt I shall be worse before I am better.”
“Never you mind you. I go and bring something I know. We make it hot with water, den you drink it; and after dat you a good deal better.”
“Do, Jacky. I won't take doctor's stuff; it is dug out of the ground and never was intended for man's inside. But you get me something that grows in sight and I'll take that; and don't be long, Jacky—for I am not well.”
Jacky returned toward evening with a bundle of simples. He found George shivering over a fire. He got the pot and began to prepare an infusion. “Now you soon better,” said he.