“He must be tired after five nights and days, but you are company. We can’t both leave you at once.”
“I’ll play host now; go to sleep. I’ll be with you all the time.”
“Grandpa, lie down over there on the lounge.”
When he had humored her she cuddled down contentedly and went to sleep.
With a ministering tenderness, Glenn kept watch over her.
Typhoid fever was full of terrors to him. He hoped that her fever was only due to the cold she had taken at the falls.
It was very penetrating. He had ached a little afterward and thought it was from being saturated with the dampness that day. Suppose the fear in her case was true. All that beautiful hair would have to be shaved off. He jealously resented this, caressing her hair as he looked at it. The doctor came later and said her condition was better and that she would be out in a few days.
Glenn drew a breath of relief. He would stay during those few days.
CHAPTER X.
Swinging her violin case by the handle, Esther started off through the cornfield, stopping now and again to pull a spray of morning glories that wreathed around the stalks to the tips of their tassels. By the time she got in sight of the Curtis house there were many of these branches trailing over her. It was still early. The heavy dew had dampened the dust on her shoes. She tried to brush it off with the leaves she had gathered, then bunching the blossoms of bright color together she fastened them on her breast.