Of course I used to notice how often I had to spread out that chair for her to sit down under the shady trees; but I thought very little more of it. She was weak. Well, I knew that; but some people were weak, I said, and some were strong, and she would be better when it was not so hot.
Chapter Four.
A Lesson in Swimming.
It was hot! One of those dry summers when the air seems to quiver with the heat, and one afternoon, as I was in my old place at the window watching Shock go to and fro, carrying baskets of what seemed to be beans, George Day came along.
“I say,” he cried, “ask leave to come with us. We’ve got a half-holiday.”
Just then I saw the bristling shoots on the wall shake, but I paid no heed, for I was too much interested in my new friend’s words.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Oh, down the meadows! that’s the best place, and there’s no end of fun to be had. I’ll take a fishing-rod.” I went to where my mother was lying down and asked her consent, receiving a feeble yes, and her hand went up to my neck, to draw me down that she might kiss me.