"What's to happen to me then?" she asked.
"You're to spend two or three days in bed," said he. "After that we'll consider. Limit yourself to that for the present."
Something inside Dodo approved strongly of that.
"That sounds quite nice," she said. "I shall sleep, and then I shall sleep, and then I shall sleep."
That anticipation proved to be quite correct. Dodo was roused for her meals, resented her toilet, and for the next forty-eight hours was either fast asleep or at the least dozing in a vacancy of brain that she found extremely pleasurable. At the end of that time she entered with zest into future plans with the doctor and Jack.
"You may leave out a rest-cure," she said, "because if you want me to stop in bed for a month I won't. I should hate it so much that I would take care that it shouldn't do me any good."
"It would be the best thing for you," said the doctor.
"Then you must choose the second best. It would make me ill to stop in bed for a month, and so I should have to recover all over again afterwards. Oh Jack, you owl, for God's sake tell me what I do want, because I don't know. I know lots of things I don't want. I don't want you, darling, because you would look anxious, and don't want David, because I couldn't amuse him, and I certainly don't want a nurse to blow my nose and brush my teeth and wash me."
Dodo sat up in bed.