human
An' would ye belave it?--I began to mind from that hour! It was the doctor saved me widout intindin' to--good luck to him! Anyhow he kep' me from slippin' my cable that time, but it was the good nursin' as brought me back--my blissin' on the dear ladies as give their hearts to this work all for love! By the way, continued Flynn, coughing and looking very stern, for he was ashamed of a tear or two which _would_ rise and almost overflow in spite of his efforts to restrain them--but then, you see, he was very weak!
gpt
By the way, he said,
human
I never _could_ guess right, Flynn.
gpt
Try.
human
Well, little Mrs Armstrong.
gpt
Nonsense, man! Why, she's nursin' her old father in England, I s'pose.
human
Miss Robinson, then?
gpt
H'm! You might as well say the Prime Minister. How d'ee s'pose the Portsmuth Institute could git along widout _her_? No, it's our friend Mrs Drew!
human
What! The wife o' the reverend gentleman as came out with us in the troop-ship?
gpt
That same--though she's no longer the wife of the riverend gintleman, for he's dead--good man,
human
I'm grieved to hear that, for he _was_ a good man. And the pretty daughter, what of her?
gpt
That's more nor I can tell ye, boy. Sometimes her mother brings her to the hospital to let her see how they manage, but I fancy she thinks her too young yet to go in for sitch work by hersilf. Anyhow I've seen her only now an' then; but the poor widdy comes rig'lar--though I do belave she does it widout pay. The husband died of a flyer caught in the hospital a good while since. They say that lots o' young fellows are afther the daughter, for though the Drews are as poor as church rats, she's got such a swate purty face, and such innocent ways wid her, that I'd try for her mesilf av it wasn't that I've swore niver to forsake me owld grandmother.