FORGIVE US OUR DEBTS
cup of tea, went to the room where Macdonald Dubh lay tossing and moaning with the delirium of fever upon him. It was not long before she knew what was required.
With hot fomentations she proceeded to allay the pain, and in half an hour Macdonald Dubh grew quiet. His tossings and mutterings ceased and he fell into a sleep.
Kirsty stood by admiring.
"Mercy me! Look at that now; and it is yourself that is the great doctor!"
"Now, Kirsty," said Mrs. Murray, in a very matter-of-fact tone, "we will just make him a little more comfortable."
"Yes," said Kirsty, not quite sure how the feat was to be achieved. "A little hot something for his inside will be good, but indeed, many's the drink I have given him," she suggested.
"What have you been giving him, Kirsty?"
"Senny and dandylion, and a little whisky. They will be telling me it is ferry good whatever for the stomach and bow'ls."
"I don't think I would give him any more of that; but we will try and make him feel a little more comfortable."
Mrs. Murray knew she was treading on delicate ground. The Highland pride is quick to take offense.
"Sick people, you see," she proceeded carefully, "need very frequent changes—sheets and clothing, you understand."
"Aye," said Kirsty, suspiciously.
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