I can look after him quite well." "If it was only the arm," said the doctor.

"But he's had a bad fall and is a good deal bruised and shaken besides.

He would get better attention, I think, at the hospital." "I would so much sooner he stayed here," said Jack; "but if he'd really be better at the hospital, I suppose I ought to let him go." "I won't go to the hospital!" exclaimed I, making the longest speech I had yet made since my accident, with a vehemence that positively startled the two speakers.
This protest settled the question.

If only a sick person threatens to get excited about anything, he is pretty sure to have his own way.

And so it proved in my case.
"But will you be able to stay at home all day from business to look after him ?" asked the doctor.
"No, I'm afraid not," said Jack, "but I think I know some one who will.
He sha'n't be left alone, and I can always just run home in the dinner- hour to see how he's getting on." The doctor left, only half satisfied with this arrangement, and repeating that it would have been far better to move me to the hospital.
When he was gone Jack came and smoothed my pillow.