We are cross as the proverbial fever patient.

If you don't come at once we will imagine you don't want to, and refuse to be moved at all." "Coming!" cried the Harvester, as he plunged his hands in the wash bowl and soused his face.

A second later he appeared on the porch.
"Ruth," he said, "I am steeped in the odours of the dry-house.

Can't you wait until I bathe and dress ?" "No, I can't," said a fretful voice.

"I can't endure this bed another minute." "Then let Doctor Harmon lift you.