David smiled at him.
“I was pretty bad yesterday, wasn’t I?” he asked.
“Yes, pretty bad.”
“I knew I must be, because I didn’t care what happened. I do to-day. I’m going to get better.”
“Of course you are,” said Frank, “and here’s your food.”
“Lord, it smells good,” said David. “Do be quick, nurse.”
So there was house-supper at Adams’s that night.