Bursting their jackets one day and the next turning up their noses at the best meals Cook can tempt them with.

Not a mouthful of that lovely young fowl and bread sauce did they set a fork into yesterday--and the poor woman fair _invented_ a pudding for them--and back it's sent.

She almost cried.
She's afraid she'll be blamed if they starve themselves into their graves." Dr.Craven came and looked at Colin long and carefully.

He wore an extremely worried expression when the nurse talked with him and showed him the almost untouched tray of breakfast she had saved for him to look at--but it was even more worried when he sat down by Colin's sofa and examined him.

He had been called to London on business and had not seen the boy for nearly two weeks.