I'm not very well just now.

It's the weather, I suppose." The child turned her head as they walked and looked at her.

Joan felt herself smarting under that look, but persisted.
"I'm very much run down," she said.

"I may have to go away." "You promised to help him," said the child.
"I can't if I'm ill," retorted Joan.

"Besides, I am helping him.