“How does my girl do this morning?” he asked, taking the little cold hand she gave him in both his big warm ones.
“Pretty well, thank you, sir.”
“Ah, but it should be very well. Why isn't it?”
“I always wake up with a headache, and feel tired.”
“Don't you sleep well?”
“I lie awake a long time, and then I dream, and my sleep does not seem to rest me much.”
“What do you do all day?”
“Oh, I read, and sew a little, and take naps, and sit with auntie.”
“No running about out of doors, or house-work, or riding, hey?”
“Aunt Plenty says I'm not strong enough for much exercise. I drive out with her sometimes, but I don't care for it.”