"What's Sugar Loaf—sounds like a candy shop?"
"A very high hill right on the edge of the lake. Lakeville is a town around several corners in a little bay. Where did you come from?"
The boy's eyes clouded. "I don't know," said he. "When I wake up in the night I almost remember things—my bed, for instance, belongs over there—but there's always a piece of everything gone. I—it bothers me. I guess you think I'm pretty queer."
"Don't worry," soothed Jean. "You're not strong yet. You'll be all right when you're well."
"Think so?" demanded Billy, brightening. "Then I'll eat all the broth Mrs.—some kind of a bird—brings me."
"She's making some now," said Bettie, "from a piece of Dave's venison. We'll have all sorts of good things to eat as soon as Mr. Saunders gets to town. He said he'd travel as fast as he could—I guess he's pretty lame."
"But," groaned Jean, "he can't possibly get anything here before to-morrow and I'm just starved for pie."
"Pie!" laughed the boy. "I'd like a piece myself. Why, when I lived in—in—— Now wouldn't that make you tired! I can see a table with pie on it and a whole pitcher full of cream; but, if you offered me a thousand dollars I couldn't tell you where to find that table! Pshaw! It makes me so mad when things float off like that that I want to—cry."