up his sleeve and felt his arm.
You are not feverish, he said thoughtfully, and such flesh as you
have gained is healthy. If you can keep this up, my boy, we need not
talk of dying. Your father will be happy to hear of this remarkable
improvement.
I won t have him told! Colin broke forth fiercely. It will only
disappoint him if I get worse again and I may get worse this very
night. I might have a raging fever. I feel as if I might be beginning
to have one now. I won t have letters written to my father I won t I
won t! You are making me angry and you know that is bad for me. I feel
hot already. I hate being written about and being talked over as much
as I hate being stared at!
Hush-h! my boy, Dr. Craven soothed him. Nothing shall be written
without your permission. You are too sensitive about things. You must
not undo the good which has been done.
He said no more about writing to Mr. Craven and when he saw the nurse
he privately warned her that such a possibility must not be mentioned
to the patient.
The boy is extraordinarily better, he said. His advance seems almost
abnormal. But of course he is doing now of his own free will what we
could not make him do before. Still, he excites himself very easily and
nothing must be said to irritate him.
Mary and Colin were much alarmed and talked together anxiously. From
this time dated their plan of play actin .
I may be obliged to have a tantrum, said Colin regretfully. I don t
want to have one and I m not miserable enough now to work myself into a
big one. Perhaps I couldn t have one at all. That lump doesn t come in
my throat now and I keep thinking of nice things instead of horrible
ones. But if they talk about writing to my father I shall have to do
something.
He made up his mind to eat less, but unfortunately it was not possible
to carry out this brilliant idea when he wakened each morning with an
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