Isn't this a pretty business for Melvy to come bringing a sick tramp up here--on general cleaning-day, too ?" "Aren't all days cleaning-days to you, Sue ?" asked the judge, playfully.
"When you are in the house," she answered sharply.

Then she turned to the doctor, who was starting up the stairs: "If this boy is in for a long spell, I want him moved somewhere.

I can't have my carpets run over and my whole house smelling like a hospital." "Now, Susan," remonstrated the judge, gently, "we can't turn the lad out.

We've got room and to spare.

If he's got the fever, he'll have to stay." "We'll see, we'll see," said the doctor.
But when he tiptoed down from the room above there was no question about it.
"Very sick boy," he said, rubbing his hand over his bald head.