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Try and leave well alone . It is hard to make well better , and it is very easy to make it worse . If you hurry a little , I think you may be home by twelve o'clock . '' So Christine hurried a little , and reached home by the noon hour . Her dinner was ready , and her father very unexpectedly was sitting by the fireside . `` Feyther , '' she said , `` I hope you arena sick , '' and then she smiled at the inquiry , for his broad , rosy face was the very picture of robust health . `` Sick !