She looked up with a start—and brushed a hand across her face.
"I—I was thinking about my—my wings, I guess." She was laughing a little.
"Umph! Just about ready to grow 'em, I expect!"
He put down his bag and came and sat opposite her and placed a hand on either knee, surveying her shrewdly.
"How are you feeling?"
"All right."
"Slept well?" A little smile crossed the words.
"I never had such a sleep!... And I feel all right after it," she added thoughtfully. "But I don't believe in taking things!"
She was mildly indignant.
"Can't hurt you," he said absently. "I knew what I was giving."