"Your universe has many suns, I'm afraid," responded Sydney, a trifle pettishly, yet swiftly, scanning his face for signs of returning health. She was not unobservant, either, of his new white summer clothes.
Friedrich glanced across the horse to Mrs. Schuyler.
"I find agr-reeable the light of the lesser planets," he said, "but—there is only one Sun."
Looking up at her, he laughed again, so heartily and with such genuine pleasure at seeing her that Sydney melted.
"You look so well," she cried. "It is a delight to see you. But it's not a compliment to our care that you grow better so fast when you leave us."
"R-rather is it a tr-ribute to your so admirable nursing that has pr-repared me to r-recover with speed, even though I have it no longer."
"Will you ride, Baron?" asked Bob. "You're welcome to Gray Eagle if you will."
"I thank you, gr-reatly, but I dare not. The eye of my care-taker is upon me, and your Herr Father is here somewhere. No, decidedly, I am afraid," and he leaned with every appearance of contentment against Johnny's shoulder.
"How about you, Mr. Wendell?"
"I think I will, if Miss Sydney will trust me with the horse."