“No, I am not in pain.”
“The first thing in the morning I’ll fetch a doctor.”
“I don’t want you to; what’s the use of a doctor, just because one has a little fever; it will go away all right without him!”
“Where is your drink?”
“I thought I wouldn’t make any; I prefer water, I like it better.”
“Water, when one is feverish! Why, you didn’t do right! If I did such a thing, you’d scold me and say that I acted like a child, and you would be right. However, tell me where the sugar is; where do you keep the sugar, mother?”
“Sugar! I don’t want any; it nauseates me; I prefer clear water.”
“Water without sugar, when one is as burning hot as you are! I never heard of such a thing! You can’t mean it! Do you want to kill yourself? I am going to give you some sweetened water, but I must heat it; it’s better so.”
“Oh, no! no!”
“I say yes; I will take care of you better than you do yourself. Come, where is the sugar? where is the coal?”