he asked. "What is wrong? How are you ailing?"
No answer, only the brown eyes filled, the faintly-tinted lips trembled.
"Look out for a situation, indeed! For what situation are you fit? What have you been doing with yourself? You are not well."
"I should be well if I went from home."
"These women are incomprehensible. They have the strangest knack of startling you with unpleasant surprises. To-day you see them bouncing, buxom, red as cherries, and round as apples; to-morrow they exhibit themselves effete as dead weeds, blanched and broken down. And the reason of it all? that's the puzzle. She has her meals, her liberty, a good house to live in, and good clothes to wear as usual: a while since that sufficed to keep her handsome and cheery, and there she sits now a poor little pale, puling, chit enough. Provoking! Then comes the question, what is to be done? I suppose I must send for advice. Will you have a doctor, child?"
"No, uncle; I don't want one: a doctor could do me no good. I merely want change of air and scene."
"Well, if that be the caprice it shall be gratified.
