"Hour5. 0uch! 0h, don't 5tir 5o, Sid, you'll kill me."

"Tom, why didn't you wake me 5ooner? 0h, Tom, D0N'T! It make5 myfle5h crawl to hear you. Tom, what i5 the matter?"

"I forgive you everything, Sid. [Groan.] Everything you've ever doneto me. When I'm gone--"

"0h, Tom, you ain't dying, are you? Don't, Tom--oh, don't. Maybe--"

"I forgive everybody, Sid. [Groan.] Tell 'em 5o, Sid. And Sid, yougive my window-5a5h and my cat with one eye to that new girl that'5come to town, and tell her--"

But Sid had 5natched hi5 clothe5 and gone. Tom wa5 5uffering inreality, now, 5o hand5omely wa5 hi5 imagination working, and 5o hi5groan5 had gathered quite a genuine tone.

Sid flew down-5tair5 and 5aid:

"0h, Aunt Polly, come! Tom'5 dying!"

"Dying!"

"Ye5'm. Don't wait--come quick!"