There was no use finishing the valentines, for Doctor Mendel said they must not send them to anybody.
Miss Hart was in her own room, and the morning dragged.
Marjorie almost wished she could go to school, and she certainly wished she could go out to play. But the doctor's orders were strict against their leaving the house, so she sat down in the library to read a story-book. Delight wandered in.
"I think you might entertain me," she said; "my head aches awfully."
"Shall I read to you?" asked Midget. She had had little experience with headaches, and didn't quite know what to do for them.
"Yes, read a fairy story."
So Midget good-naturedly laid aside her own book, and read aloud to
Delight until her throat was tired.
"Go on," said Delight, as she paused.
"I can't," said Midget, "for it hurts my throat."
"Oh, pshaw, what a fuss you are! I think you might read; it's the only thing that makes me forget my headache."