"You are pale."
"That is womanish; but I am not weak or faint, though."
"Do you maintain your purpose?"
"Yes, certainly."
"You had better take off your bonnet and shawl then. You would find them in the way."
I obeyed, and went on to envelope myself in my apron. Dr. Sandford looked on grimly. Very ill pleased he was, I could see. But then I laid my hand on his arm and looked at him.
"I am so much obliged to you for this," I said earnestly. And his face softened.
"I am afraid it is wrong in me," he remarked.
"If you thought it was, you would not do it," I answered; "and
I hope I should not ask it. I am ready now. But Dr. Sandford,
I want teaching, as to what I ought to do. Who will teach me?"
"I will teach you. But you know how to give a sick man tea or soup, I fancy, without much teaching."