"Please will you readrange my pillow?"
Pause.
"May I have some more water, please, Aunt Kezia?"
Then Sheila Pat chuckled hysterically at the idea of her being able to make her aunt trot about just as she wished. But the amusement palled; listless curiosity made her ask, "Why don't you tell me to be quiet, Aunt Kezia?"
Miss Kezia looked at her over her knitting.
"You are feverish, and consequently restless. I conclude you would be as quiet as you could."
"No, I wasn't! I was doin' it to worry you."
Miss Kezia went on with her knitting.
"Are you cross, Aunt Kezia?"
"No, my dear, but I should be very glad if you could sleep a little."