Come, mother, do let me get up, will you ?" "You are crazy to talk so, my son," answered Mrs.Preston.

"If you should try to stand up, you would faint away as dead as a log.

It will be a week before you are strong enough to walk about." "I believe you mean to keep me sick as long as you can," was Oscar's unfeeling reply.

"I am tired almost to death of laying a-bed," he added, and the tears began to gather in his eyes.
His mother felt hurt by these words, but she attributed them to the weakening and irritating influence of disease, and forgave them as quickly as they were uttered.

She even yielded to his wishes so far as to offer to let him sit up in bed a little while.