expression of mingled pride and curiosity running over his
countenance.

"Yes," replied Agnes; "and," added she, "my name is not what you call
it, but Agnes Arnold."

"Well, now, don't think I wuz callin' yer that fur sass, Missus
Arnold, for I wuz not. I'll hurry along now, for I've got a heap to do
this mornin'. Things is a gittin' wuss an' wuss every day."

"I hope they will soon mend," said Agnes, fervently; "good day."

"Good-by, Missus Arnold, an' I hope God'll take best care uv you,
anyhow," answered the driver.

"I trust in Him always, and you should also put your faith in Him. He
is strong to save."

With this admonition to her rough companion, Agnes turned back into
the rear room, and removing her hat and shawl, set herself about
kindling a fire to prepare some little nourishment for her sick
charges.

As the Burtons happened to keep a grocery store, she had no difficulty
in selecting material fitted for her object.

They all continued on the mend until the succeeding day, when the
physician having that district in charge made them a visit. He was
completely astonished upon finding how favorably the surviving cases
had turned out, and he held quite a long conversation with Agnes in