“Not a bit.”
“And—you'll know we would not ask this without a good reason—he is not hypnotized. Miss Bates did not, you think, hypnotize him?” The doctor threw back his head and laughed. “Hypnotized?” he cried. “You don't have to hypnotize that boy. No; Miss Bates did not hypnotize him. He was not hypnotized, unless it was by the devil himself. That's all the hypnotizing any boy is entitled to. Do you want to know the bitter truth? He's playing 'possum.”
“Lem is—”
“To keep out of jail,” the young doctor laughed; and then Gay and Lorna laughed too.
After dinner Henrietta went up to see Lem, Lorna going with her. They stood beside the bed and looked at him. His color was quite normal now and his freckles had gone back where they belonged.
“Can he hear us?” Lorna asked.
Henrietta glanced at her quickly, as if suspecting something, but Lorna's face was innocent enough.