Did Uncle Arthur tell you anything?
I wish he had not, for it worries me to have people look, and act, and talk as if I were sick, when I am not.

If I had not a pain in my side, and a tickling cough, which keeps me awake nights and makes me sweat until my hair is wet, I should be perfectly strong; and but for the pain and the weariness, I feel as well as I ever did; and I go out nearly every day, and I don't want to die and leave my beautiful home, and father, and mother, and you, and--everybody I love.

I am too young to die.

I cannot die.
'Oh, Jerrie, I am glad you are coming home! You will do me good, just as Harold does.

He is so strong every way, and so kind I can't begin to tell you what he has been to me since I came home in March--more than a friend--more than a brother.