not to tire yourself.
Fresh air won t tire me, said the young Rajah.
As there had been occasions when this same young gentleman had shrieked
aloud with rage and had insisted that fresh air would give him cold and
kill him, it is not to be wondered at that his doctor felt somewhat
startled.
I thought you did not like fresh air, he said.
I don t when I am by myself, replied the Rajah; but my cousin is
going out with me.
And the nurse, of course? suggested Dr. Craven.
No, I will not have the nurse, so magnificently that Mary could not
help remembering how the young native Prince had looked with his
diamonds and emeralds and pearls stuck all over him and the great
rubies on the small dark hand he had waved to command his servants to
approach with salaams and receive his orders.
My cousin knows how to take care of me. I am always better when she is
with me. She made me better last night. A very strong boy I know will
push my carriage.
Dr. Craven felt rather alarmed. If this tiresome hysterical boy should
chance to get well he himself would lose all chance of inheriting
Misselthwaite; but he was not an unscrupulous man, though he was a weak
one, and he did not intend to let him run into actual danger.
He must be a strong boy and a steady boy, he said. And I must know
something about him. Who is he? What is his name?
It s Dickon, Mary spoke up suddenly. She felt somehow that everybody
who knew the moor must know Dickon. And she was right, too. She saw
that in a moment Dr. Craven s serious face relaxed into a relieved
smile.
Oh, Dickon, he said. If it is Dickon you will be safe enough. He s
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