The next morning Miss Morton was unable to leave her room. She refused to see a doctor, she needed only to keep off the foot. Jerry explained the situation elaborately and Bobs laughed. Mrs. Brendon, having had no sleep, was brief and to the point in her comment. Jane was calm as a May morn.
The invalid was carried down to the veranda for luncheon. She was a bewildering vision in lace and pink bows, stretched on the chaise-longue, with Jerry in close attendance. Mrs. Brendon napped all afternoon. Jane and Bobs went for a walk.
Sunday followed with apparently no improvement in the wounded member. It was evident that Miss Morton's visit would be prolonged.
"Jane, she has no more a sprained ankle than I have!" said Bobs.
Jane smiled.
"Your patience makes me mad! She's only doing it to annoy you and annex Jerry."
"She can't annoy me," said Jane.
Mrs. Brendon left Monday morning. Miss Morton decided she was not so well, and kept to her bed. Jerry read aloud to her.
It was Wednesday that he came upon Jane alone.
"Jane, for God's sake, go talk to her. I'm nearly dead."