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times, especially to children, and just now she was particularly so, for a month had not elapsed since she had laid one of her own children, a boy of about Benny's age, in the silent grave. And when she caught sight of Benny's white suffering face, her heart went out to him instantly.
Laid gently in a clean soft bed, in a cool pleasant room.
"Take him into the house, John," she said to her husband, the tears starting to her eyes, "and send for the doctor at once."
So without further ado Benny was carried into the house, stripped of his dusty attire, put into a warm bath, and then
