At once she felt stronger. "Is the sun up?" she asked. Her voice was weak, and somewhat hoarse.
"Would you like to see the sky?" asked her father. And without waiting for her eager nod, crossed to the front window and drew aside the heavy silk hangings.
Serenely blue was the long rectangle framed by curtains and casing. Across it not a single fat sheep was straying.
"Moth-er!"
"Yes, darling?"
"Is—is always the same piece of Heaven right there through the window?"
"No. The earth is turning all the time—just as your globe in the school-room turns. And so each moment you see a new square of sky."
The Doctor nodded with satisfaction. "Um! Better, aren't we?" he inquired, smiling down.
She returned the smile. "Well, I am," she declared. "But—I didn't know you felt bad."
He laughed. "Tell me something," he went on. "I sent a bottle of medicine here yesterday."