"Oh, come now, mother," said Bill, "quit fooling! I have grown about an inch."
"More than that," insisted Mrs. Sherman. "You are taller than I am now. What an awful time I am going to have bossing you around now that you are so big."
"You never did boss me," boasted Bill. "You just twisted me around your little finger."
"I won't be slandered!" said Mrs. Sherman, pulling his hair. "You are tired now and I should think you would like a nice hot bath and a good long sleep."
"That does sound good, Mummy. We will have to stay here for awhile, you know, because of the quarantine. But we will get rested up in, a few hours."
"Yes, you must get rested," said Mrs. Sherman, "because as soon as you feel right, I want you to take me for a ride in that nice, lovely airplane."
Bill sat up. "What!" he cried. "You—fly!"
Mrs. Sherman nodded, smiling. "Yes, me—fly!" she mimicked. "Bill, I am converted!"
THE END
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