CHAPTER V.
ON ALL-FOURS.
Pollio was better next day, and still better the day after. By the time his father came home he was feeling as well as ever, and the sad affair was almost forgotten.
But, alas! a week after the accident Pollio was seized with a very strange ailment.
It was morning. His bed-fellow, Teddy, had dressed and gone down stairs, leaving him playing with the yellow-tailed kitten; but a little while after, when Posy went into the chamber to say “Good-morning!” she found her dear brother crying.
“O Posy! I can’t get up. When I try to get up, I tumble down.”
She helped him with all the strength of her little arms, but it did no good; for no sooner was he fairly on his feet than he fell again to the floor.
Very much frightened, she ran down stairs, exclaiming,—