"
"She has been sick with rheumatism, sir," answered the boy; "and her
fingers are so stiff that she cannot work the machine."
"Tut! tut!" cried the lawyer, half annoyed. "You should have told me
this before. If she is ill, she must need many little luxuries" (he
refrained from saying _necessaries_). "She must let me pay her in
advance. Here are twenty-five dollars. Tell her not to hesitate to use
the money, for she can make up for it in work later. I was, you know, a
martyr to rheumatism last winter, but young Dr. Sullivan cured me. I'll
send him round to see her; and, remember, there will be no expense to you
about it."
"I don't know how to thank you, sir!" stammered Bernard, gratefully.
Then he hurried home to tell his mother all that had happened, and to put
into her hands the bank-notes, for which she could find such ready use.
Doctor Sullivan called to see Mrs. Farrell the following day,
"Why," said he, "this is a very simple case! You would not have been
troubled so long but for want of the proper remedies."
He left her a prescription, which wrought such wonders that in a
fortnight she was able to resume her occupation.
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