Ad said--you know Ad--she said I was--I was--I can't tell you what she said for this buzzing in my head.

Am I very sick, Aunt Eunice ?" and about the chin there was a quivering motion, which betokened a ray of consciousness, as the brown eyes scanned the kind, motherly face bending over him.
"Yes, Hugh, you are very sick," and Aunt Eunice's tears dropped upon the face of her boy, so fearfully changed since yesterday.
He wiped them away himself, and looked inquiringly at her.
"Am I so sick that it makes you cry?
Is it the fever I've got ?" "Yes, Hugh, the fever," and Aunt Eunice bowed her face upon his burning hands.
For a moment he lay unconscious, then raising himself up, he fixed his eyes piercingly upon her, and whispered, hoarsely: "Aunt Eunice, I shall die! I have never been sick in my life; and the fever goes hard with such.

I shall surely die.

It's been days in coming on, and I thought to fight it off; I don't want to die.

I'm not prepared." He was growing terribly excited now, and Aunt Eunice hailed the coming of the doctor with delight.