"I daresay you do," said his sister, tenderly, "and you feel worse than usual this morning after your bad night. But you'll be better in an hour or two's time, dear."
Jerry sighed deeply, and, hoping to divert his thoughts, Ellen began to tell him about the stranger who was to preach that evening in Farmer Holroyd's barn.
"Oh dear! How I wish I could go and hear him," he exclaimed.
"I wish you could," said Ellen, thinking with sorrow how impossible it was for him to do so.
"Shall you go, Nelly?" he asked.
"I don't know," answered Ellen.
"Oh, Ellen! I wish you would go," he said, "for then you would be able to tell me what he said. You can't think how I long to know about some things."
"What things, Jerry?" asked Ellen, in surprise.
"The things that I read of in the Bible, Nelly, about the Lord Jesus, and how He healed poor sick people. I often wonder if there was any one in the crowds that came to Him as helpless as I."
"There was the man with the palsy," suggested Ellen.