No answer.
"Do you feel stronger, my lass?"
She pressed her hand over her forehead feebly, and a vacant look came into her eyes.
"She's weak. She's had no food. Warm some of that milk, Jim."
When it was ready Glen gave it to her with a spoon. She took it greedily. In a few minutes she dozed again.
"Her head's sure to be bad for a time," said Glen.
There was a brief silence, then Jim said, "While you were away I did something."
"What?"
"I kissed her on the lips. I couldn't help it. Something prompted me."
Glen started. For a moment he felt angry, then muttered, "When you were outside I kissed her on the forehead."