The secret garden

IT HAS COME !'241swered, rather like a "Rajah. I'm going out inmy chair in a day or two if it is fine. I want somefresh air."Dr. Craven sat down by him and felt his pukeand looked at him curiously.'It must be a very fine day," he said, " and youmust be very careful not to tire yourself."'Fresh air won't tire me," said the young Rajah.As there had been occasions when this sameyoung gentleman had shrieked aloud with rageand had insisted that fresh air would give him coldand kill him, it is not to be wondered at that hisdoctor felt somewhat startled." I thought you did not like fresh air," he said.'I don't when I am by myself," replied theRajah; " but my cousin isgoing out with me."1And the nurse, of course?' suggested Dr.Craven." No, I will not have the nurse," so magnificentlythat Mary could not help remembering howthe young native Prince had looked with his diamondsand emeralds and pearls stuck all over himand the great rubies on the small dark hand hehad waved to command his servants to approachwith salaams and receive his orders."Mycousin knows how to take care of me. Iam always better when she is with me. She made