"I thought mebbe you'd like a glass of my beer." Lois drank the beer eagerly, then she sank back and closed her eyes.
"I'm going to get up in a minute, and sew on my dress," she murmured.
But she did not stir until her mother helped her to bed early in the evening.
The next day she seemed a little better.

Luckily it was Saturday, so there was no worry about her school for her.

She would not lie down, but sat in the rocking-chair with her needle-work in her lap.

When any one came in, she took it up and sewed.

Several of the neighbors had heard she was ill, and came to inquire.