Blue Bonnet laughed her scorn.
"How perfectly ridiculous! I'm as healthy as ever I can be. Why, look at me! I've put on eight pounds in three months. That's the very worst of boarding-school—- it's bound to make you fat. Poor Wee Watts is discouraged to death."
At the hospital, although it was not visiting hour, they were allowed to see Gabriel.
"He's not been so well the past week," Miss Warren, the nurse, said. "I think it is the confinement. It is beginning to tell upon him. He ought to be out in the country in the sunshine."
Blue Bonnet sat down on the bed and took hold of the little hand. It was hot and feverish.
"What's the matter, Gabriel?" she said. "This won't do. You promised me that you would get well."
"I will," the child maintained stoutly. "There ain't nothing the matter." The bright eyes flashed a smile.
"We're twins,—me and her," Gabriel announced, directing his remarks to Mr. Ashe. "Our birthdays are the same."
"So I understand."
"Are you her father?"