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- Nora! Nora!
- Yes, what is it now, Harry?
- Oh, there you are. Look here, Nora, I'm tired of lying here on my back with nothing to do. I hate doing nothing.
- Don't be silly, Harry. You've got a temperature, and staying in bed is the only sensible thing to do. Now just be quiet, and stop preventing me from doing my housework.
- No, seriously, Nora, I can't bear it. Lying flat on my back!
- Well then, try lying on your stomach for a change!
- Stop being funny. I'm going to get up. There! Look, I'm standing up. I'm quite all right. What's the use of staying in bed?

- I think you're being very silly. You'll only make your temperature go up again.
- It's no use talking, Nora-being ill doesn't suit me.
- No-and trying to nurse you doesn't suit me!
- Now don't be bitter about it. You know I'm grateful to you for looking after me. But you mustn't try to keep me in bed like a naughty boy.
- Well, you began it by behaving like a naughty boy!
- I'm all against this staying in bed for no reason.
- Harry, being ill is a reason ... Now don't stand by that window and catch another cold ... Let me see, half past eleven.
- Why do you keep looking at the clock?
- I'm expecting Mother-she's coming over for the day.
- Good heavens! I didn't know that.
- Yes, I think she has something she wants to talk to you about.
- Oh heavens! Has she?... You know, Nora, I do feel a bit ill; perhaps I had better get back to bed.
- Oh, what a pity! I thought perhaps you might stay up to see her.
- That's the very reason I'm getting back into bed!
- What did you say?
- Oh, er-nothing.


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