You know what a fine-looking person William
is. Well, Harry was very like him, only not so tall and strong, with
the same clear hazel eyes, and more pink in his cheeks--fairer
altogether. Then Harry wrote, saying that he had caught one of his
bad colds. We did not think much of it, for he was always having
coughs. We heard no more for a week, and then one morning Eleanor
was sent for out of the schoolroom, and there was Robert come to tell
us. Oh! it was such a thunderbolt. This was what did the mischief.
You know papa and mamma being from home so long, the elder boys had
no settled place for the holidays; sometimes they stayed with one
friend, sometimes with another, and so no one saw enough of them to
find out how delicate poor Harry really was. I think papa had been
anxious the only winter they were at home together, and Harry had
been talked to and advised to take care; but in the summer and autumn
he was well, and did not think about it. He went to Oxford by the
coach--it was a bitterly cold frosty day--there was a poor woman
outside, shivering and looking very ill, and Harry changed places
with her. He was horribly chilled, but thinking he had only a common
cold, he took no care.
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