"I shouldn't, I suppose," she said, trembling. "But—we've prayed, John; who knows if God has not sent us on this ship to answer us!"
"Come and we'll find him," her husband said.
Neil Fraser was still talking to Dick. The boy called them eagerly as they came up.
"That's father and mother!" he said. "Do come here; this is Mr. Fraser, and he has been telling me most gorgeous yarns. Tell them about the pony and the rattlesnake, Mr. Fraser—I'd love to hear it again."
Neil Fraser told the story, and they were all laughing when the nurse came up with a steaming cup in her hand.
"More nourishment!" said Dick, disgustedly. "My word, I'll be glad when I'm well and can have just food to eat and not nourishment! Why do you have to be nourished when you're ill, and not fed?"
"That's one of the great problems we've never solved," said Fraser, laughing. "Never mind, Dick—it looks good."
"Oh, it's always good," said Dick, grinning up at the nurse. "It's only its name I'm grumbling at."
"Indeed, I'd call it anything you like, so long as you leave me an empty cup," she said with spirit, pulling his hair.
"We'll leave him; he doesn't like an audience," said Mr. Lester, as the second nurse appeared. They strolled out of sight, and then he turned to Fraser suddenly.