“Yes, dear; you both are safe now,” replied Mrs. Hall.
“And can we get word——” began she.
“We have taken care of that, too, dear. Now try to drink this nice hot lemonade and then go to sleep.”
Polly obediently drank the hot drink and sighed in relief. Then she sank back and, almost instantly, Nature claimed her rights to make up for the unwonted interference with her customary routine.
Mrs. Hall sat beside the cot for some time after Polly was asleep, but she finally succumbed to weariness, and finding her patient fully recovered and warm, she threw herself upon a nearby cot.
Both young people slept late in the morning, and when Tom finally opened his eyes, feeling a bit stiff in his joints, he had to collect his thoughts to remember where he was. Like a flash, everything came back, and he jumped up to dress and find out how Polly was.
His suit had been dried and pressed and hung over a chair beside the cot. His dress-coat seemed ridiculously out of order after that swim and, now, for the morning’s work. But he smiled as he donned the clothes, and started for the door of the long room.
Just as Tom reached the door one of the men entered and greeted him warmly. “I see you’re all right again!”
“Yes, thank you. I hope the little girl is feeling as well,” ventured Tom, anxiously.