"O-oh," she debated with herself, "a long, long time. I thought you would never wake up."
"And I thought you was a fairy when I first seen you."
He felt elated at his contribution to the conversation.
"No, not a fairy," she smiled.
He thrilled in a strange, numb way at the immaculate whiteness of her small even teeth.
"I was just the good Samaritan," she added.
"I reckon I never heard of that party."
He was cudgelling his brains to keep the conversation going. Never having been at close quarters with a child since he was man-grown, he found it difficult.
"What a funny man not to know about the good Samaritan. Don't you remember? A certain man went down to Jericho—"
"I reckon I've been there," he interrupted.