"Some day you'll see it,"—Nell's voice shook a little—"see the greenness of it—the—"
"I shouldn't wonder if I'm dead before then," the Atom told her pillow with heartsick pessimism.
"Oh, Sheila Pat! That's not like you. You've had colds before, and been so brave!"
"They were different colds." The pillow was dented deep as she burrowed her head feverishly in her puzzlement. "I feel quite diffrent. I think I've got a cold inside as well as outside this time, Nell."
Nell looked at the dark little head in the pillow, and her eyes filled with tears.
Sheila Pat started kicking.
"My legs ache so, Nell! I can't keep them still."
"Let me rub them."
"Where's Molly?"
"I sent her away to keep you quiet. Do you want her?"