Old Mr. Wiley and the dog came over every night ... but were they real?
hat he wills for his own development. As for me, I ... I am a dead man walking futilely among the living."
With that, he swung out of the room.
Miss Beaver knelt by the boy's bed, murmuring persuasively to him as she strove to make him check his hysterical sobs.
"Frankie, you really must stop crying. You're too big a chap to cry and it only makes you worse. If you're a good boy to-day and eat your food, I'll let your grandfather bring the little dog tonight," she promised rashly.
The sheet turned down and Frank's reddened face peered at her plaintively.
"That was my great-grandfather," he assured her gravely.
"Well, great or great-great, it's all the same," she conceded good-humoredly.
"Do you really think he'll bring Spot tonight?"
"Of course he will. But you must eat your meals, take a long nap, and stop crying."
"Oh, I promise!" the boy cried eagerly.
The day, Miss Beaver was told later, was uneventful. She had remained with the
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A sweet, rather than scary, ghost story of a little boy, ill from something (probably the ague), who will die if he doesn't rally himself. His father is a wimp and his mother is a controlling flapper. The new night nurse is worried for the boy, but then--
A simple, charming story.
* A sick boy, is cared for, by a nurse.
* The only thing that makes the boy happy, is a dog which the boy's s Grandfather brings late at night.
*The nurse sees a positive change in the boy's health, due to these visits.
* But, what else has she seen?
* No bumps in the night, rattling chains or headless apparitions. A rather positive story.