"I'm sure Mrs.
Stanhope will keep us." It was found that Sam's cold had attacked him in earnest.

He was very hoarse, and complained of a severe pain in the chest.
"You'll have to do something for that cold," said Dick.

"Better stay in bed this morning, and let Mrs.Stanhope put a plaster on your chest." Going below, he told the lady of the cottage of his brother's condition.
A mustard draught was at once prepared and placed upon Sam, and he was also given some pine tar cough mixture.

These things relieved him somewhat, but Mrs.Stanhope insisted upon it that he remain in bed, and brought him his breakfast with her own hands.
"Of course you must stay here, especially since Sam is sick," said Dora, while they were eating a breakfast of buckwheat cakes, honey, chops, and coffee.

"He may not get worse, but if he does, one of you will have to take the horse and go for the doctor." "Yes, we'll have to watch Sam," answered Dick.