"Good mornin', Nell."
"You're better, asthore, you're better." There was a gay lilt to her voice that told her relief, her joy, more plainly than her words.
"Yes," the Atom said. "Will I get up now, Nell?"
"Oh, no, dear, you must wait till Dr. Everton has been. Do you ache anywhere now?"
"Only a little."
Nell looked down into the sombre eyes, then turned away.
Sheila Pat lay stiff and still, her small face frowning a little, solemn, mournful.
When Denis came cheerily in, she looked at him quickly, nervously, and her face flushed a little.
"Well, invalidish Atom, you'll soon be up and worrying me again, won't you?"
"Good mornin', Denis."