“Don’t you suppose I could go down and have some real breakfast at the table—not today, but sometime.”
Then Marilla flushed. She was a bound-out girl and had always taken her meals with Bridget.
“Yes, I think so. We will see what the doctor says this morning. I shall have to go out presently and see twenty girls get started for a vacation. They are in stores and factories, and have two weeks in the summer, and the Rest House doesn’t charge any board—they earn so little. When you are well enough to travel about, I must take you out to the House.”
Maybe she wouldn’t have to go back to the babies right away!
The breakfast tasted good, though it was only a poached egg and some toast. But she didn’t seem very hungry, and though she felt sort of joyously well at heart her body was tired and she lay on the couch to rest. The 94 doctor found her quiet and there was a whimsical light playing over his face and settling in his eyes.
“So you haven’t run away yet?” he began.
“I don’t believe I could run very far. Yet I seem quite well—and it’s queer, too.”
Jane said you fainted yesterday.
“Well it was—something, and then I was frightened—”
“Stand up a moment.” He helped her to her feet, then he passed his hand down her spine and over her hips. “Does it hurt any?” he asked.