“Are you having a good time here?” the judge began.
“And you are almost well, aren’t you?”
“Almost well,” Jim assented, a little shadow of anxiety creeping into the gray eyes.
“Let me see—how many days have you been here?”
Jim answered instantly, “Nine. I’ve got five more,” this last very soberly.
“Five more?” the judge questioned.
Jim nodded gravely. “Miss Laura said I could stay here two weeks, you know.”
“Oh! And then what—back to the hospital?”
“O no!” Jim was very positive about that. “No, I don’t know where I’ll be after the five days. I—I kind o’ wish I did. It would be—settleder, you know. But,” his face brightening, “but of course, it will be a nice place, because Miss Laura said she’d find me a good home somewhere, and she don’t ever forget her promises. And besides, I’m going to be her boy just the same when I go away from here—she promised that too.”