I don't know how long I was in the bed.

I only remember that Will Bowen, as society, had no value for me, for he was too sick to even notice that I was there.

When I heard his mother coming I covered up my head, but that device was a failure.
It was dead summer-time--the cover was nothing more than a limp blanket or sheet, and anybody could see that there were two of us under it.

It didn't remain two very long.

Mrs.Bowen snatched me out of the bed and conducted me home herself, with a grip on my collar which she never loosened until she delivered me into my mother's hands along with her opinion of that kind of a boy.
It was a good case of measles that resulted.