"You've spoiled him, that's what's the matter," replied Oliver, yawning. "As long as you humour him, he'll never outgrow these night terrors."
"But how can you tell whether the fright makes him sick or sickness brings on the fright? His throat was really red, there's no doubt about that, but I couldn't see last night that it was at all ulcerated."
"He gives you more trouble than both the other children put together."
"Well, he's a boy, and boys do give one more trouble. But, then, you have less patience with him, Oliver."
"That's because he's a boy, and I like boys to show some pluck even when they are babies. Lucy and Jenny never raise these midnight rows whenever they awake in the dark."
"They are not nearly so sensitive. You don't understand Harry."
"Perhaps I don't, but I can see that you are ruining him."
"Oh, Oliver! How can you say such a cruel thing to me?"
"I didn't mean to be cruel, Jinny, and you know it, but all the same it makes me positively sick to see you make a slave of yourself over the children. Why, you look as if you hadn't slept for a week. You are positively haggard."
"But I have to be up with Harry when he is ill. How in the world could I help it?"