Eh! Mrs.Medlock did get a fright then.

He'd been out of his head an' she was talkin' to th' nurse, thinkin' he didn't know nothin', an' she said, 'He'll die this time sure enough, an' best thing for him an' for everybody.' An' she looked at him an' there he was with his big eyes open, starin' at her as sensible as she was herself.

She didn't know what'd happen but he just stared at her an' says, 'You give me some water an' stop talkin'.'" "Do you think he will die ?" asked Mary.
"Mother says there's no reason why any child should live that gets no fresh air an' doesn't do nothin' but lie on his back an' read picture-books an' take medicine.

He's weak and hates th' trouble o' bein' taken out o' doors, an' he gets cold so easy he says it makes him ill." Mary sat and looked at the fire.
"I wonder," she said slowly, "if it would not do him good to go out into a garden and watch things growing.

It did me good." "One of th' worst fits he ever had," said Martha, "was one time they took him out where the roses is by the fountain.