Nan had toothache and Susan had red eyes, and assumed a weird and gruesome flippancy of manner to deceive us into thinking she hadn't; and Jims had a bad cold all day and I'm afraid of croup.

He has had croup twice since October.
The first time I was nearly frightened to death, for father and mother were both away--father always is away, it seems to me, when any of this household gets sick.

But Susan was cool as a fish and knew just what to do, and by morning Jims was all right.

That child is a cross between a duck and an imp.

He's a year and four months old, trots about everywhere, and says quite a few words.