“I should hope I am. They kept me on my back, half starving for three weeks.”
“You look very pink and well now.”
“That’s what Dr. Ashley Densley said. You ought to have seen me when I came in. You see I’m on chicken now.”
“And you feel better.”
“Well,—you can’t really tell how you are till you’re up.”
“When are you going to get up?”
“Tomorrow I hope dear. So you see you’re just in time.”
“Do you mean you are going away?”
“They turn you out as soon as you’re strong enough to stand.”
“But—how can you get about?”