“Perhaps it was a hand that they shot away?”
“Not a single one,” said Caroline.
“Are my—my ears on all right?”
“Yes,” answered the girl. “You needn’t bother about them for a moment.”
Wilfred staked all on the last question.
“How many legs have I got left?”
“All of them,” answered Caroline; “every one.”
“Then, if there’s enough of me left to—to amount to anything—you’ll take charge of it, just the same? How about that?”
“That’s all right,” said the girl, burying her face on his shoulder.
Wilfred got hold of her hand and kissed it passionately. He seemed quite strong enough for that.