Uncle Eb was a bit better but very lame at that and kept to his bed the greater part of the day.

The time went slow with me I remember.

Uncle Eb was not cheerful and told me but one story and that had no life in it.

At dusk he let me go out in the road to play awhile with Fred and the wagon, but came to the door and called us in shortly.

I went to bed in a rather unhappy flame of mind.