Each one was anxious to do something for his relief or entertainment, and he seemed both pleased with their society and grateful for their attentions.
Mrs. Perkins suggested that the lame hand might be benefited by burying it in the sand while he sat there.
"No harm in trying it, anyhow," he said. "Just turn me round a little, Maria, if you please."
His wife complied promptly with the request, but in a way which the other ladies thought rough and unfeeling, seizing him by the collar of his coat and jerking him round to the desired position.
But he made no complaint.
"I think it does ease the pain," he said after a little. "I'm only sorry I can't try it every day for a while."
"What is there to hinder?" asked Mrs. Perkins.
"Why, we're going to-morrow," replied Mrs. Moses, shortly.
"Oh, why not stay longer? You have been here but a week, and Mr. Moses has improved quite a good deal in that time."
"Well, he can stay as long as he chooses, but I'm going to New York to-morrow to visit my sister."