You need not think you will escape punishment, however," he continued, turning to Oscar.

"This scrape of yours will put you back more than one week and if you are not careful you may never get your health again.

You may trifle with the doctor, but you can't trifle with the lung fever." The doctor then gave directions as to Oscar's diet and medicine, and departed, but not until he had again warned him against leaving the room without his mother's consent, or eating any articles forbidden by her.
Oscar found no opportunity after this to evade the commands of the doctor, had he been so disposed, for some one was always with him by day and night.

Still, his recovery seemed to have been checked very much by his relapse, and the doctor's skill was taxed pretty severely to bring the fever to a favorable termination.

As it was, his attempt was not fully successful; for the fever, in spite of all he could do, left behind it a cough, and a weakness of the lungs, which gave Oscar's parents no little alarm at times.
For a fortnight after his midnight supper, Oscar allowed his mother and the doctor to do just as they pleased with him.