"You work for your mother?"
"Yes; I am employed in the shoe factory."
"A good son will make a good man. You will never repent what you are doing for your mother."
"No; I am sure I shall not," returned Mark, warmly. "I ought not, for she has done everything for me."
"What brings you here?" asked the old man.
"I had a spare afternoon, and came out gunning. I was wandering about these woods and happened to come this way. How long have you been sick?"
"For several days; but I was able to be about till yesterday."
"Have you taken no medicine?"
"No. I thought I might do without it; but I find I am mistaken."
"Shall I call the doctor?"