"The doctor said I was to stay in bed!" His defense was almost spirited.
"You and Julian could go together," went on Aunt Jane ignoring it. "He'll look after you some."
Medfield groaned. And Aunt Jane reached out a hand to his forehead. Her cool touch rested on it.
"Your head feels all right," she said, smoothing it slowly.
The little wrinkles went out of Medfield's brow and Aunt Jane watched it relax.
"Better tell me all about it," she said gently. "You'll feel better to get it off your mind, maybe."
"I don't feel well, you know." It was almost apologetic.
"No—and next thing you know, you'll be down sick—just pretending.... I've been thinking about it," she said slowly. "Ever since you were took down yesterday—but I didn't sense what was the matter—not till this morning."
"You don't know now!" Herman Medfield's tone was guilty and a little apprehensive.