Billy’s face flushed so suddenly red that Mr. Prescott was afraid that something was going to happen to Billy. He called, “Nurse!”
“I’m all right,” said Billy.
He grew red again as he said:
“Mr. Prescott, I want to tell you something.”
Mr. Prescott said: “Let me fix your pillows first.”
Of course he got them all mixed up, and the nurse had to come. She looked at her watch, and then at Mr. Prescott, but she didn’t say anything.
Then Mr. Prescott sat close by the bed with Billy’s hand lying in his, and Billy told him about William Wallace.
Mr. Prescott looked a little surprised, then he said:
“William Wallace seems to know a good deal, doesn’t he?”
Billy, in honor, had to nod his head, but he grew very sober. Perhaps, after all, Mr. Prescott would like William Wallace better than he liked him.