The woman in white took hold of Aunt Mary, and led her out of the room.
Then he saw something large in the window. He wasn’t at all sure that he wasn’t dreaming about mountains. But this mountain had a round top and, while he watched it, it moved. Billy woke up enough to see that it was somebody standing in the window.
Billy knew only one person who could fill up a window like that. He tried his voice again. This time he made it go.
“That you, Mr. Prescott?” he said, his voice going up and up till it ended in a funny little quaver.
Then the mountain came over to him. It was Mr. Prescott.
Billy, looking up, spoke again, very slowly:
“The dimes did roll into the river, Mr. Prescott.”
“Hang it!” said Mr. Prescott. “Of course they did!”
The nurse nodded. “He’s kept talking about that,” she said. “We thought perhaps you’d know.”
Mr. Prescott started to go close to the bed.