'No, but I mean that I don't need any one.'
'The doctor's the best judge of that, Meg.'
'Ross, am I ever the best judge of anything?
'Not to talk till you're better,' he replied.
I said, 'Oh, I shan't be better till I've talked.' So he said I might 'a very little while then.'
'Have I got the bug?' I asked.
'Yes, a minute one, so Nannie mustn't come because of the Gidger; it's nothing to be alarmed about.'
'I'm not a bit alarmed about the bug, only it always frightens me to faint. You won't leave me when I feel like fainting, will you?' I asked, feeling very like it at the moment. Even an iceberg seems a standby when you're going to faint. Then I began to shake and shiver and felt as if I were slipping down a slope, till Ross held me in his arms to stop me sliding down so fast. When I was a little better I said,—
'Oh, don't be angry with me any more.' He was so ridiculous then and teased me, said I must be much worse than the doctor thought, to mind about any one being angry with me.
'But I do mind,' I said.