“You are tired,” I said. “Don’t go.”
“Oh, no, not at all. I am quite able to go.”
“Please lie down awhile now. It will be better for you.”
“I shall take a rest soon.”
“To-night?”
“No, not to-night:—not yet.”
“You like going out, then?”
“I like going with you.”
I could not prevail upon her to stay behind. I offered to let her return to the Sleeping Woods. She might regain her health and strength there. At the name she smiled, a thing she did seldom enough now, but still she refused.
“I do not care to leave you,” she said.