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.