Don't see how we can do anything else to show we are grateful." "It isn't easy to be good when one is sick," said Jill, thoughtfully.
"I fret dreadfully, I get so tired of being still.

I want to scream sometimes, but I don't, because it would scare Mammy, so I cry.

Do you cry, Jack ?" "Men never do.

I want to tramp round when things bother me; but I can't, so I kick and say, 'Hang it!' and when I get very bad I pitch into Frank, and he lets me.

I tell you, Jill, he's a good brother!" and Jack privately resolved then and there to invite Frank to take it out of him in any form he pleased as soon as health would permit.
"I rather think we _shall_ grow good in this pretty place, for I don't see how we can be bad if we want to, it is all so nice and sort of pious here," said Jill, with her eyes on the angel over the tree.
"A fellow can be awfully hungry, I know that.