"I couldn't. If you don't mind I'd like to stuff the curtain into that window pane."
"Oh, I don't mind. When did you get here?"
"I came on the train with you."
"On the train with me? Where did you get on? I didn't see you."
"You didn't look," replied Banks, from the window, where he was stuffing the red velveteen curtain into the broken pane. "I was in the last seat in the rear coach."
"So you followed me," said Ordway indignantly. "I told you not to. Why did you do it?"
Banks came back and stood again at the foot of the bed, looking at him with his sincere and kindly smile.
"Well, the truth is, I wanted an outing," he answered, "it's a good baby as babies go, but I get dog-tired of playing nurse."
"You might have gone somewhere else. There are plenty of places."
"I couldn't think of 'em, and, besides, this seems a nice town. The're a spanking fine lot of factories. But I hope you ain't sick Smith? What are you doing in bed?"