"Bessie?" questioned Frank.
"I mean Lizette," Berlin hastened to say. "My thoughts are all in a jumble. Don't mind me if I get mixed up. I'm all right now, Merry."
"If you need a doctor——"
"I don't. You've done everything a doctor could do."
"Then if you're all right, I think I'll go out and look around for Hodge."
Carson rose to his feet a trifle unsteadily.
"I'm going with you," he declared.
"You'd better not," Merry advised.
"I must—I want to."
"You're still weak."