And she neither smiled nor wept.
Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Set a pigeon-pie in sight;
She saw him eat—‘’Tis he! ’Tis he!’
She knew him by his appetite!”
CHAPTER XVI
A MOUTH FOR PIE
A surgeon was called in and passed favorably on Breck’s handiwork. Tim’s fracture was doing as well as could be expected, but he was to be put to bed for three weeks or more and then, of course, must walk on crutches for many days to come.
“Isn’t that the limit?” grumbled Tim. “And the ‘Boojum’ will be sailing away before I know it and I’ll be left here with nothing to do.”