"What is that you are writing?" she said one day.
"Nothing much," I replied; "only the introduction to a `Penny Reading'
I'm going to give against cruelty to animals."
"Read it," said Ida; "and to-morrow, mind, you must begin and tell me
stories again, and then I'm sure I shall soon get well, because whatever
you describe about the fields or the woods, the birds or the flowers I
can see, it is just like being among them."