My back is sore, and I am so weak." His eyes were very bright with the fever that had now control, and his cheeks were hot and flushed.

Phil put his hand upon them.
"Your cheeks are very hot, Giacomo," he said.

"You are going to be sick." "I know it, Filippo," said the little boy.

"I may be very sick." "I hope not, Giacomo." "Lean over, Filippo," said Giacomo.

"I want to tell you something." Phil leaned over until his ear was close to the mouth of his little comrade.
"I think I am going to die, Filippo," whispered Giacomo.
Phil started in dismay.
"No, no, Giacomo," he said; "that is nonsense.