General Swaim said: "Oh, no, don't do that, general. See if you cannot get some sleep."
In reclining chair, at Long Branch.
"I want to see myself," the President replied.
Mrs. Garfield then gave him the hand-glass. He held it in a position which enabled him to see his face. Mrs. Garfield, Dr. Bliss, Dr. Agnew, General Swaim, and Dr. Boynton, stood around the bed, saying not a word, but looking at the President. He studied the reflection of his own features. At length he wearily let the glass fall upon the counterpane, and, with a sigh, said to Mrs. Garfield,—
"Crete, I do not see how it is that a man who looks as well as I do should be so dreadfully weak."
In a moment or two he asked for his daughter Mollie. They told him that she would see him later in the day. He said, however, that he wanted to see her at once.
When the child went into the room she kissed her father, and told him that she was glad to see that he was looking so much better.
He said: "You think I do look better, Mollie?"