“You promise?”
“I promise.”
During these last September days Jason rallied. His appetite improved, he grew stronger, and every day he was well enough to get out of bed, dress, and sit in an easy-chair for two or three hours. He ceased to lose flesh, and his eyes no longer had their unnatural brightness.
The old Greek doctor studied him attentively from day to day, and one Saturday morning when Artemis was away at her work, he took Jason by the hand and said:
“You are not going to die, my son. You become healthier every day. A miracle has happened.”
“A miracle?” asked Jason.
The doctor smiled.
“Well, when we medical people come across something we don’t understand, we call it a miracle. But you must continue to take the greatest care of yourself, especially when the cold weather comes. If you could go to Egypt for the winter....”
Jason laughed.
“Flying to the moon is not more unlikely than my going to Egypt....”