132 THE CHERRY-STONES.

to-morrow. You know to-morrow is your
birth-day ; and mamma will certainly send
us a hamper. And if you are ill you
will not be able to enjoy it.”

“By all means lie in bed!” exclaimed
Sharpe, on whose mind visions of cake
and wine, ‘yet to be’ had, produced con-
siderable impression; “and take care of
yourself; you must mind and be well to-
morrow, of all days in the year.”

All the boys joined in the same re
quest; and Harry, at last, allowed him-
self to be persuaded. He did, indeed,
feel unwell. His head seemed dizzy and
confused, and his whole frame ached with
weariness. Nor was his illness much to
be wondered at, considering his exposure
to the night air without his hat; and the
protracted anxiety of the last twenty-four
hours.