Excerpt from Rollo's Correspondence, Vol. 10 of 14 One day, when Rollo was about seven or eight years old, he was sick. He was not very sick but he was so sick that he had to keep in his bed almost all the day. It was winter, and his mother had moved his little trundle-bed out before the fire, so that he might be comfortable. Rollo got better in the course of the day; his father gave him some medicine in the morning, and in the afternoon he was much better. So his little brother Nathan came in to play with him. He brought his blocks, and spread them all out upon Rollo's bed. Rollo sat up in his bed, and played with them. But he could not build very well: the bed was so soft and uneven. Mother, said Rollo, may I get up? I am afraid you are not quite well enough, said his mother. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.