"You're too priceless to be true, William," she said.
"Can't you tell me which way?" said William ingratiatingly.
"Yes," said Great-Aunt Jane, "I'm going to get better."
"Oh, crumbs!" he said joyfully. "Can I go and tell mother to pack?"
"You've turned the corner," said the doctor to Great-Aunt Jane an hour later, "we needn't worry about you any more. All these relations of yours can pack up and go."
"William's packed already," said the nurse. "That boy is a cure!"
Great-Aunt Jane laughed.
"Yes, he's a cure, all right," she said.
CHAPTER III
THAT BOY