He daren't say so, but he always looks cheerful when I am worse.

When I had typhoid fever his face got quite fat.

I think my father wishes it, too." "I don't believe he does," said Mary quite obstinately.
That made Colin turn and look at her again.
"Don't you ?" he said.
And then he lay back on his cushion and was still, as if he were thinking.

And there was quite a long silence.

Perhaps they were both of them thinking strange things children do not usually think of.
"I like the grand doctor from London, because he made them take the iron thing off," said Mary at last.