“Yes. It was farther than I thought.”
“And did you see George? And what did you find out?”
“A lot of things,” I mumbled with assumed sleepiness. “Everything’s all right. No need to worry. But I’m so tired, so sleepy I can’t talk now. Forgive me, but I’ll have to wait until morning before telling about it.”
“You poor boy!” I heard her sit up.
“Oh, I’m all right,” I protested as I lay down on my nest of boughs. I was sitting up an instant later. “Here; what’s this? You’ve put the blanket on my bed.”
“Only half of it. I ripped it in two while you were gone. It wasn’t fair——”
“You’re going to take it back.”
“No, sir. I’m as warm as a cat back here. I’ll never forgive you if you make me take it back after my feeling so noble for giving it to you. So there.”
“Now really——”
“No, sir! You lie right down and cover yourself up and get the sleep you need so much. You wouldn’t deprive me of feeling like a heroine, would you? Of course not. Good night.”