"No, sir; leave him here in my care. To-morrow he will probably be quite recovered, and I will drive him over in my gig."
"Would you like me to stay with you, Max?" Violet asked, laying her cool hand on his forehead.
"Or me?" asked her mother.
"No, thank you, Grandma Elsie and Mamma Vi," he said. "You are both very kind, but Walter and Gracie wouldn't know what to do without you; and I shall do very well."
"Yes," said Ralph, "I'll help Art take care of him. I ought to, as I gave him the cigar that sickened him so."
Mr. Dinsmore and the ladies then bade good-by and went down-stairs, the doctor accompanying them, leaving the two boys alone together.
"Do you begin to get over it, old fellow?" asked Ralph.
"No; I'm wretchedly sick," said Max. "I think I've had enough tobacco to last me all my days."
"O pshaw! it won't be half so bad next time, and pretty soon won't sicken you at all."
"But what should I gain to pay me for all the suffering?"