"I mean, that I feel—well," said Faith correcting herself.
"You will feel better if you will take a more resting position," said the doctor putting her into the chair. And then he stood and looked at her; and Faith looked at her little clock, with her foot on that step of her "ladder."—"He knoweth thy walking through this great wilderness."
"What have you been doing to yourself these two days?" said the doctor.
"Nothing—" she said;—"more than usual."
He laid her appearance all to the account of the fever, she was so quiet; and proceeded to a new examination of the state of her hand, and to give her various professional orders.
"Miss Faith, can you do anything in the way of eating?"
Her very face as well as her tongue seemed to answer him, "Not much."
"Do you think of anything you could fancy?"
"No."—
"I brought some birds home with me that I believe I can answer for. Try to demolish the pinion of one of them—will you? It is a duty you owe to society."