She is nearly tumbling from her chair." And the little girl would have dropped had not Salo held her by quickly putting his arm about her.
Uncle Philip went to her.
"Come, Maezli, come," he said encouragingly, "open your eyes quickly and Mea will take you to bed." "No, no," Maezli lamented, and would not move.
"But you must! Just look, we are all going," the uncle said vigorously.
"Do you want to stay behind ?" "No, no, no," Maezli moaned, full of misery.
"Mea, give her some cake," the uncle ordered, "then she'll wake up." "We have no cake, uncle," Mea replied.
"What, you don't have a thing so necessary as that in a house full of children! Well, I shall get some to-morrow," he said, quite agitated.
"Do you want a candy, Maezli?
Come, just taste how sweet it is." "No, no, no," Maezli moaned again in such sorrowful tones as no one had ever heard from the energetic little child.
Suddenly a most disturbing thought shot through the uncle's brain: "Suppose the child has already caught the fever?
What should I do?
What ought one to do ?" he cried out with growing anxiety.
Kathy had entered the room in the meantime to see if anything more was needed.
"That is the way, Mr.Falcon," she said, going up to Maezli, and quickly lifting her in her strong arms, she carried her upstairs.

Despite all her lamenting the child was then undressed and put to bed.

In the shortest time she was sound asleep again without a trace of fever.
"Well, that's over now," Uncle Philip said, quite relieved when Kathy came back with the news.

"I really think that the time has come for us all to seek our beds.

Lippo actually looks as if he could not stand on his little legs." The boy was as white as chalk from staying up so late.