"I can't possibly sit up, much less walk down-stairs.

What will Mamma Vi and the rest say?
I'm afraid Grandpa Dinsmore will be very angry with me." "He hasn't any right to be," said Ralph; "'tisn't wicked to smoke.

But I'll tell Art not to let him know what made you sick." Just then the doctor came in.

Sam had met him in the hall.
"What's the matter ?" he asked; "sick, Max?
Ah, you've been smoking ?" sniffing the air of the room and glancing at the boy's pallid face.
"Tell him it isn't dangerous.

Art," laughed Ralph, "for I do believe he's dreadfully scared." "No, I'm not!" protested Max indignantly, "but I'm sick, and giddy, and half blind.