better quit.

I was having a good time, myself. Of course when the fever was the
worst, and when I never had been sick before, it was pretty bad, but as
soon as I could breathe all right, there was no pain to speak of, and
every one was so good to me. I could have Bobby on the footboard of my
bed as long as I wanted him, and he would crow whenever I told him to.
I kept Grace Greenwood beside me, and spoiled her dress making her take
some of each dose of medicine I did, but Shelley wrote that she was
saving goods and she would make her another as soon as she came home.
I made mother put red flannel on Grace's chest and around her neck,
until I could hardly find her mouth when she had to take her medicine,
but she swallowed it down all right, or she got her nose held, until
she did. She was not nearly so sick as I was, though. We both grew
better together, and, when Dr. Fenner brought me candy, she had her
share.

When I began to get well it was lovely. Such toast, chicken broth, and
squirrels, as mother always had. I even got the chicken liver,
oranges, and all of them gave me everything they had that I wanted--I
must almost have died to make them act like that!

Laddie and father would take me up wrapped in blankets and hold me to
rest my back. Father would rock me and sing about "Young Johnny," just
as he had when I was little. We always laughed at it, we knew it was a
fool song, but we liked it. The tune was smooth and sleepy-like and
the words went:

"One day young Johnny, he did go,
Way down in the meadow for to mow.
Li-tu-di-nan-incty, tu-di-nan-incty, noddy O!

He scarce had mowed twice round the field,
When a pesky sarpent bit him on the heel,
Li-tu-di-nan-incty, tu-di-nan-incty, noddy O!

He threw the scythe upon the ground,
An' shut his eyes, and looked all round,
Li-tu-di-nan-incty, tu-di-nan-incty, noddy O!

He took the sarpent in his hand,
And then ran home to Molly Bland,
Li-tu-di-nan-incty, tu-di-nan-incty, noddy O!

O Molly dear, and don't you see,
This pesky sarpent that bit me?
Li-tu-di-nan-incty, tu-di-nan-incty, noddy O!

O Johnny dear, why did you go,
Way down in the meadow fot to mow?
Li-tu-di-nan-incty, tu-di-nan-incty, noddy O!

O Molly dear, I thought you knowed
'Twas daddy's grass, and it must be mowed,
Li-tu-di-nan-incty, tu-di-n an-incty, noddy O!

Now all young men a warning take,
An