“Yes, I'm better.”
“Able to go to the show then, tonight?”
“Yes, I'm able to go.”
Here a thin small voice put in, “No, you're not able! You're not going.”
“Mamma says,—” began a pouting voice.
“I heard what she said,” said Jack, laughing. “Have you been up all day?”
“Most of the day.”
“Can you eat anything?”
“I ate an egg, some toast and some fruit for dinner.”
“That's fine. I'll bring you a box of candy then pretty soon—I'm coming down in a little bit.”