“And you are not tired?” asked the doctor.
Her eyes had a remote expression as if she had
been awakened from a dream.—Page 136.
“No, no, I am not tired. Why should I be? This was my work for to-day. If I had been tired, I could not have done it.”
The doctor looked at her curiously.
“You believe, then, you are given strength for each day’s task?”
Phoebe did not reply. She was not accustomed to conversation and it was impossible to find words in which to express herself.
She turned her dark beautiful eyes on him with a gaze that was almost disconcerting while searching her mind for an answer.
The doctor put his question in a different way.