never!

"Oh, dear," thought Polly, as she sewed on into the afternoon, "I
wonder what does all my eyes! feels just like sand in 'em;" and she
rubbed and rubbed to thread her needle. But she was afraid her
mother would see, so she kept at her sewing. Once in awhile the
bad feeling would go away, and then she would forget all about it.
"There now, who says I can't do it! that's most done," she cried,
jumping up, and spinning across the room, to stretch herself a bit,
"and to-morrow I'll finish it."

"Well," said Mrs. Pepper, "if you can do that, Polly, you'll be the
greatest help I've had yet."

So Polly tucked herself into the old shake-down with a thankful
heart that night, hoping for morning.

Alas! when morning did come, Polly could hardly move. The
measles! what should she do! A faint hope of driving them off
made her tumble out of bed, and stagger across the room to look in
the old cracked looking-glass. All hope was gone as the red
reflection met her gaze. Polly was on the sick list now!

"I won't be sick," she said; "at any rate, I'll keep around." An awful
feeling made her clutch the back of a chair, but she managed
somehow to get into her clothes, and go groping blindly into the
kitchen. Somehow, Polly couldn't see very well. She tried to set the
table, but 'twas no use. "Oh, dear," she thought, "whatever'll
mammy do?"