"Why, it didn't hurt a bit, dear!" she exclaimed joyfully. "It was nothing. And when it heals you're to take me to New York for the operation——"
He took her hot hand and kissed it through blinding tears which he tried in vain to fight back.
"They didn't even have to pack that nasty old gauze in it again—were you very much scared waiting out there, Dan?"
"Very much."
She started at the queer note in his voice, caught her hand in his brown locks and pressed his head back in view:
"Why, you're crying—you big foolish boy! You mustn't do that. I'm all right now—I feel much better—there's not a trace of pain or uneasiness. Don't be silly—it's all right, remember."
He stroked the little hand:
"Yes, I'll remember, dearest."
"It should all be healed in three weeks and then we'll go to New York. It'll just be fun! I've always been crazy to go. I won't mind the operation—you'll be with me every minute now till I'm well again."
"Yes, dear, every moment now until—you—are—well."