"Auntie said 'twould stay to me if I's good." Fly was thinking of her unseen guardian angel.
It was a troubled night for Horace.

Fly waked him no less than three times, to ask him if she had the measles.
"No, child, no; don't wake me for that again." "Well, you ought to not go to sleep 'fore I do.

You're a fast boy, Hollis!" Morning came, and Fly was rather languid, as might have been expected after such a night.
"I don't see," mused Mrs.Fixfax, "where she caught this dreadful cold, unless it was your keeping the room so hot yesterday, children." Fly hid her face in her brother's back hair, for she was riding pickaback down stairs.
"And can we go to see that Poland lady ?" said Dotty.
"If you asked _me_, I answer, No," said Horace, bluntly.

"At any rate, Fly mustn't stir a step out of the house to-day." "I didn't ask you, Horace.

I asked Mrs.Fixfax.She is the one that has the care of us." "I really don't know what to say about it," replied the housekeeper, hesitating.