Cie cook t from me and s to Dr Graves. they frowned.

    You ten Susan, said Dr Cie. ?

    It is my name.

    You ten badly. Did you do so on purpose? e me out a line, as I requested first.

    I cant. I cant!

    Yes, you can. rite a single e me te: speckle.

    I shook my head.

    Come, come,  difficult. And you kno letter of it,  already.

    Again, I ated. And tcilted to see me do it—I e an S. t tters. t on and on, and gree.

    You still press ie said.

    Do I?

    You knoters are muddled, and very ill-formed.  letter is t is one of your oo understand t your uncle—a scenance ant?

    . I quivered rigies gaze and said, as steadily as I could:

    I  an uncle to my name. You mean old Mr Lilly. I dare say es neatly enoug you see, I aint her.

    apped at his chin.

    For you, rinder.

    I quivered again. Sir, I am!

    . I t, ts it! and almost surned to Dr Graves and shook his head.

    Quite complete,  it? I dont believe I ever saending even to tor faculties. Its t study on this,

    until our course of treatment is decided. Mrs Rivers, my pencil if you please. Ladies, good-day.

    urned, and left us. Dr Graves and Nurse Spiller   turn t  as if sruck me or knocked me do crying. Sut—but too used to tears in t  o see a ting at dinner, o  tut turned into a yas, so me or to all of us. orments, ard on. orments, ty, be a good girl to your poor old nurse. Fetc my ointment, will you?

    Sill  of tty took i