"Come, you are neither of you going to heaven yet. I have the best hopes of you both, with your proud distinctions--a pair of half-fledged eaglets. Now, what is your inference from all you have told me? Put it into words."
"That Shirley thinks she is going to die."
"She referred to her health?"
"Not once; but I assure you she is wasting. Her hands are grown quite thin, and so is her cheek."
"Does she ever complain to your mother or sisters?"

Come, you are neither of you going to heaven yet. I have the best hopes of you both - a pair of half-fledged eaglets. Now, what is your inference from all you have told me?"
"That Shirley thinks she is going to die."
"She referred to her health?"
"Not once; she never complains to anyone; but she is grown quite thin."
