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distinctly remember feeling rather
pleased as I looked from him to
Alick, and thought how much more
of a boy Alick looked with his
brown, rosy face, than the pale,
lariguid, almost girlish elder brother,
speaking in a weak, tired voice from
his pillow. It was about another
ten days before the close carriage
came from Beecham, and with
plenty of soft cushions, Harry was
laid in it, and driven away back to
the Park.

When we saw him there on
our return, he was almost himself
again, merry and bright, but a little
pale and easily tired.