"I thought you'd got sick of me," he answered frankly. "I couldn't see any other reason you should go back on me just now. I did miss you like fury, Ted."
"Why didn't you send word to me?"
He looked up at her with an odd little smile.
"Wait till you are flat on your back and no special good, and you'll know why."
His smile hurt her. She laid her hand on his again.
"Did you think that, Billy, really and truly?"
"Yes; that is, sometimes, but I don't now. You've stuck to me pretty well, Teddy."
"Do you know what was the reason I didn't come?" she asked impulsively.
"No."
"It was this." She pulled off her hat and sat before him, a strange, forlorn-looking Teddy, with her cropped head and tear-stained eyes.