This sunstroke, you know, is what upset you, and your brain needs rest, the doctor says." "I'll have a talk with the old fellow next time he comes, and find out just what I may do; then I shall know where I am.

What a fool I was that day to be stewing my brains and letting the sun glare on my book till the letters danced before me! I see 'em now when I shut my eyes; black balls bobbing round, and stars and all sorts of queer things.

Wonder if all blind people do ?" "Don't think about them; I'll go on reading, shall I?
We shall come to the exciting part soon, and then you'll forget all this," suggested Rose.
"No, I never shall forget.

Hang the old 'Revolution'! I don't want to hear another word of it.

My head aches, and I'm hot.