Towards nightfall of the next day they reached Glenwood, and Rose, more fatigued than she was willing to acknowledge, now that she was so determined to get well, was lifted from the carriage and carried into the house.

Mrs.Howland hastened forward to receive her, and for once Rose forgot to notice whether the cut of her cap was of this year's fashion or last.
"I am weary," she said.

"Lay me where I can rest." And with the grandmother leading the way, the father carried his child to the chamber prepared for her with so much care.
"It's worse than I thought 'twas," said Mrs.Howland, returning to the parlor below, where her daughter, after looking in vain for the big rocking-chair, had thrown herself with a sigh upon the chintz-covered lounge.

"It's a deal worse than I thought 'twas.

Hasn't she catched cold, or been exposed some way ?" "Not in the least," returned Mrs.Lincoln, twirling the golden stopper of her smelling bottle.