So she sat down and read out of a book. But the Strong Man didn't care about the book, and he thought the old lady stupid.
Then she went away, and by-and-by, a kind old gentleman came in with some chicken, and a glass of wine, and some beautiful white bread.
"Here," said he, "Take this, it will do you good."
But the Strong Man didn't feel hungry, and he was tired and cross by this time, so he wouldn't have any of it. Then some more people came in, and talked to him, and told him the Invalid had gone to see the reapers, and tried to be kind to him. Then at last everybody stole away on tiptoe, and left him alone.
Then the Invalid came back. But by that time the Strong Man had had quite enough of being shut up in a sick room, so he jumped up, and ran to the door.
"I see you are not much to be envied," said he to the Invalid. "I don't think I shall ever envy anybody again so long as I have health and strength."
The Kite's Little Game
The Kite laughed and chuckled to himself until his paper fairly crackled.
"We shall have such a game," said he to his paper Tails.