“I am a doctor, dear, and I know. You are gaining flesh and color, your appetite is better. I feel really much easier about you."
"I don't weigh a bit more," said I, "nor as much; and my appetite may be better in the evening, when you are here, but it is worse in the morning when you are away."
"Bless her little heart!" said he with a big hug; "she shall be as sick as she pleases!”