Jinnie’s heart seemed to climb into her throat.
“Mr. Theodore King?” she murmured.
“Yes,” said the young man. “I’ve got a car here. Will you come?”
“Of course! Wait till I get my hat.”
Once at their destination, they tiptoed into Theodore’s room noiselessly, and as Jinnie stood over the bed, looking down upon him, she suffered keenly, he looked so deathlike; but she resolutely controlled her feelings. When Theodore 275 glanced at her, she forced herself to smile, and the sight of the lovely girl refreshed the sick man, giving him a new impetus to recover.
He smiled back, endeavoring not to show his weakness.
“You see I’m getting well,” he whispered.
Jinnie nodded. She wasn’t sure whether he was or not. How her heart ached to do something for him!
One of his long, thin hands lay over the coverlet, and Jinnie wanted to kiss it. Tears were standing thick on her lashes.
The doctor stood beside her, consulting his watch.