“Nasty cold day,” said Rabbit, shaking his head. “And you were coughing this morning.”
“How do you know?” asked Roo indignantly.
“Oh, Roo, you never told me,” said Kanga reproachfully.
“It was a Biscuit Cough,” said Roo, “not one you tell about.”
“O! stop these hobgoblin’ nurse legends. You old hands got so wise, that a child cannot cough, or sneeze, but you see desperation and ruin at hand. Only take care of the child, keep her from the night air, and don’t let her play too hard, and she’ll do well enough.”