"and such flesh as you have gained is healthy.
If we can keep this up, my boy, we need not talk
of dying. Your father will be very happy to hear
of this remarkable improvement."

"I won't have him told!" Colin broke forth
fiercely. "It will only disappoint him if I get
worse again -- and I may get worse this very
night. I might have a raging fever. I feel as if
I might be beginning to have one now. I won't
have letters written to my father -- I won't --
I won't! You are making me angry and you know
that is bad for me. I feel hot already. I hate
being written about and being talked over as much
as I hate being stared at!"

"Hush-h! my boy," Dr. Craven soothed him.
"Nothing shall be written without your permission.
You are too sensitive about things. You
must not undo the good which has been done."

He said no more about writing to Mr. Craven
and when he saw the nurse he privately warned
her that such a possibility must not be mentioned
to the patient.

"The boy is extraordinarily better," he said.
"His advance seems almost abnormal. But of
course he is doing now of his own free will what
we could not make him do before. Still, he excites
himself every easily and nothing must be said
to irritate him."

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