Kit looked sympathetic. ‘It would make me sick,’ he observed.
‘Oh, it’s all right,’ Barbara hastened to assure him; and he whistled a little more.
‘Jill’s all right too, isn’t she?’ he continued after a while.
‘Oh, Jill’s all right–rather,’ said the child, warmly. ‘How are the other boys, Kit?’
‘They’re all right,’ answered Kit.
‘And Auntie Anna?’
‘She’s all right,’ answered Kit.
Conversation again languished slightly. Barbara’s eyes, wandering round the room in search of inspiration, fell on the little bag of sweets that the Doctor had brought her.
‘Have a sweet,’ she suggested, pointing to the table by the window.
Christopher slipped off the bed with alacrity. ‘It’s awfully decent of you,’ he observed. ‘Sure you don’t want them all?’