She no longer ran and played in the garden for hours together as she used to do.

She was always tired now.
Miss Ophelia noticed it too, and tried to make Mr.St.Clare see it.

But he would not.

He loved his little Eva so much, that he did not want to believe that anything could be the matter with her.
Mrs.St.Clare never thought that any one, except herself, could be ill.
So Eva grew daily thinner and weaker, and Uncle Tom and Aunt Ophelia more and more sad and anxious.
But at last she became so unwell, that even Mr.St.Clare had to own that something was wrong, and the doctor was sent for.
In a week or two she was very much better.

Once more she ran about playing and laughing, and her father was delighted.