No, don't lift your head.

Now then, go to sleep again, darling," and, stooping down, she kissed him softly.
"Why--are--you--crying ?" he asked faintly.

"What's the--matter ?" "Nothing, darling; you are better.

Just sleep." "Better ?--Have--I--been--sick ?" "Yes, you have been sick," said his mother.
"Awfully sick," said Jane solemnly.

"A whole week sick.