"I wonder," she said slowly, "if it would not do him good to go out into a garden and watch things growing. It did me good."
"One of th' worst fits he ever had," said Martha, "was one time they took him out where the roses is by the fountain. He'd been readin' in a paper about people gettin' somethin' he called 'rose cold' an' he began to sneeze an' said he'd got it an' then a new gardener as didn't know th' rules passed by an' looked at him curious. He threw himself into a passion an' he said he'd looked at him because he was going to be a hunchback. He cried himself into a fever an' was ill all night."
"If he ever gets angry at me, I'll never go and see him again," said Mary.
"He'll have thee if he wants thee," said Martha. "Tha' may as well know that at th' start."
Very soon afterward a bell rang and she rolled up her knitting.
"I dare say th' nurse wants me to stay with him a bit," she said. "I hope he's in a good temper."
She was out of the room about ten minutes and then she came back with a puzzled expression.
"Well, tha' has bewitched him," she said "He's up on his sofa with his picture-books. He's told the nurse to stay away until six o'clock.
