There are a number of things that are pleasanter than being sick in a New York boarding-house when one's nearest dearest is a married sister up in far-away Michigan. Some one must have been very kind, for there were doctors, and a blue-and-white striped nurse, and bottles and things. There was even a vase of perky carnations-scarlet ones. I discovered that they had a trick of nodding their heads, saucily. The discovery did not appear to surprise me.