He says I am to rouse myself and come skating and tobogganing with him.

Then I tell him that the Doctor says I must lie quietly in the sun.

I have no one to take care of me, so I try to take a little care of myself, and then I am laughed at.

It is bad enough to be ill; but it is worse when those who might help you a little, won't even believe in your illness.

I wrote home once and told them; but they go by what he says; and they, too, tell me to rouse myself." His cheeks were sunken, his eyes were leaden.