She didn't know wha'd happen but he just stared at her an' says, 'You give me some water an' stop talkin'.'" "Do you think he will die ?" asked Mary.
"Mother says there's no reason why any child should live that gets no fresh air an' doesn't do nothin' but lie on his back an' read picture-books an' take medicine.

He's weak and hates th' trouble o' bein' taken out o' doors, an' he gets cold so easy he says it makes him ill." Mary sat and looked at the fire.

"I wonder," she said slowly, "if it would not do him good to go out into a garden and watch things growing.
It did me good." "One of th' worst fits he ever had," said Martha, "was one time they took him out where the roses is by the fountain.

He'd been readin' in a paper about people gettin' somethin' he called 'rose cold' an' he began to sneeze an' said he'd got it an' then a new gardener as didn't know th' rules passed by an' looked at him curious.

He threw himself into a passion an' he said he'd looked at him because he was going to be a hunchback.