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"You're not supposed to get sick again," Mary teased lightly as she settled on the bed beside her cousin and applied a cool cloth to his forehead.
Colin had always been grumpy when he was feeling ill and complained accordingly. "There was a draft at the last party, and Porter wouldn't stop coughing on me."
"Serves tha right for trying to pass that lady off on him," Dickon interjected as he fed the fire.
The cousins had taken to bringing him up to Misselthwaite when they could not get out to the garden.
"She wasn't Mary," Colin muttered. "Or you."