"Sleeping in my walk, perhaps," he admitted. "Bad enough, but very different."
His senses coming back to him, Dick felt a wet drop on his forehead, brushed it away, and glanced at the sky, but not, as Amaryllis expected, at her.
"Well," she said, "I was frightened."
"Why?"
"You dropped your pipe, tried to catch it, and fell on your face," explained Amaryllis.
Dick felt his nose and eyebrows. "No, I never!" he declared indignantly.
Amaryllis laughed shakily.
"You see, I'm softer than the ground. You fell on me." And she patted her left shoulder.
"Your fault, I'm afraid. Must have tipped you right over."
"No, I just subsided—quite neatly. And you never got a bump, Dick. But I was afraid—afraid, you know."