"I'm awfully sick, Daddy," I managed to say. "You certainly are," he agreed and called Mother.
Every muscle in my body has been stiff and sore today. It is probably due as much to the falll as the painful indigestion at midnight.
John called me and said nothing except to answer a question or two. What in the world is wrong with him? He is so gloomy. I don't know whether I should marry him or not.