"It's just beginning to come back—the will to live, I mean."
Made curious by her continued silence, he raised his lids at last, and saw that her eyes were big with tears. "What's the matter?" he asked quickly.
"Nothing!" she said. "I can't help thinking—all the time you lay there, you wished to die. In your delirium you prayed to die."
"That's funny!" he said, with an air of calm interest. "I remember that. It was as if some force stronger than I kept me from passing peacefully out. How it hurt!"
"Don't think about it," she said.
"It's over," he said. "The sun feels good. I feel like a new-born babe, with everything to learn and everything to experience all over again!"
"You've talked enough."
"Where are we?" he asked, defying her with a lazy smile.
"We will get to Miwasa landing before supper. We will stay there until you are a little stronger. Then we'll drive the hundred miles to town in a democrat. Father made the arrangements on his way out."
"How good you've both been to me!" murmured Ralph.