"Do you think I'm going to die, Karin?" he moaned.
"No, dear, of course not," Karin assured him.
"I didn't know what they were giving me."
"Thank God for that!" said Karin fervently.
"If I die, write to my sisters and tell them I didn't know it was liquor," wailed the boy.
"Yes, dear," soothed Karin.
"Really and truly I didn't know—I swear it!"
All day Ingmar lay in a raging fever. "Please don't tell father about it!" he raved.
"Father will never know of it," she said.
"But suppose I die, then father would surely find it out, and I would be shamed before him."