"Sure I know you," said Sahwah. "Why shouldn't I?"
"You didn't yesterday, you know," said Gladys.
"Did my arm make me so sick?" asked Sahwah, feeling gingerly of the white bandage, and moving her feet to make sure that they were not similarly adorned. Gladys nodded. "Have you been sitting here all night?" asked Sahwah.
"Yes," said Gladys. "Nyoda sat up last night, but I made her go to bed to-night. She is here in my bed, and I'm to call her if she's needed."
"Let her sleep," said Sahwah softly. "And you go back to bed, too. I won't need anything to-night, really I won't, I feel fine now."
Gladys shook her head resolutely. "I promised to sit up with you to-night, and I'm going to keep my promise. You see I can be trustworthy sometimes. O Sahwah," she cried, burying her face in the blankets, "how can I ever repay you for what you have done?"
"Don't try," said Sahwah cheerfully.
"What a miserable sneak you must think me!" continued Gladys.
"O shucks!" said Sahwah, who hated scenes. "Forget it. Let's start all over from the beginning."
"Are you really willing to give me another chance?" said Gladys joyfully.