She had always been a strong, healthy child, and heretofore he had scarcely thought of sickness in connection with her; but now he was alarmed at her state.
"Are you in pain, daughter ?" he asked.
"Only a headache, papa; I suppose because I've cried so much." "I think I must have the doctor see you." "Oh, no, no, papa! please don't," she sobbed.

"I don't want to see him or anybody." "Then we will wait a little; perhaps you will be all right again by to-morrow." He did not set her down till they had almost reached the house; and he took her in his arms again at the foot of the stairway, and carried her to her room, where he sat down with her on his knee.
"Papa, aren't you very tired, carrying such a big, heavy girl ?" she asked, looking regretfully into his face.
"No; very little," he answered, taking off her hat, and laying his cool hand on her forehead.

"Your head is very hot.

I'll take off your coat, and lay you on the bed; and I want you to stay there for the rest of the day; go to sleep if you can." "I will, papa," she answered submissively; then as he laid her down, and turned to leave her, "Oh, I wish you could stay with me!" she cried, clinging to him.
"I cannot now, daughter," he said, smoothing her hair caressingly.

"I must go back to your mamma and the baby.