'I'm sure he's very ill; and playing about with medicines is all very well, but I know he's ill, and Eliza won't send for the doctor: she says it's only a cold.

And I know the doctor's bills are awful.

I heard Father telling Aunt Emily so in the summer.

But he _is_ ill, and perhaps he'll die or something.' Then she began to cry again.

Oswald thumped her again, because he knows how a good brother ought to behave, and said, 'Cheer up.' If we had been in a book Oswald would have embraced his little sister tenderly, and mingled his tears with hers.
Then Oswald said, 'Why not write to Father ?' And she cried more and said, 'I've lost the paper with the address.