"Well, poor little invalid!" His big arms went round her. "Wasn't it a little goose to go and catch cold? And the people worrying over you! Pennington sent his compliments, and Lancaster his love. Has she been a good Atom, Nell?"
"I—I'm very worryin'. I'm not very brave," she confided to his shoulder.
"Yes, she is, but she can't go to sleep."
"Denis, might I get up—just for one minute?"
"On to my knee. Come along. Plenty of blankets."
"I do b'lieve I'll scorch you." Eagerly she snuggled into his arms.
"When I smell burning, I'll put you back into your bed. Head ache, old girl?"
"Yes. I s'pose it couldn't grow any bigger in one could it? It feels so big and heavy."
"That's because it's full of all the sleep you ought to have had."
When he was going, she stopped him:—