Miss Deborah met him at the door with a worried face.

"My dear boy!" she said, "no umbrella?
Pray go to bed directly, and let me bring you a hot drink.

You will surely have a cough to-morrow." But the little lady came back to the parlor with an aggrieved face, for he had answered her with quiet determination not to be fussed over.

The sisters heard him walk quickly up-stairs and lock his door.

They looked at each other in astonishment.
"He feels it very much," said Miss Ruth.
"Yes," returned Miss Deborah; "he has been sorting the papers all the afternoon.