“He’s dead, too.”
My eyes felt very heavy, and I could not keep them open. I heard their voices as if in a dream.
“My! but she gave us a scare,” said the girl. “We were just going out of the front door last night to get a bite of supper over at the Plaza, and as we opened the door she was coming up the front steps, and she suddenly threw out her hands as if she were drowning, and would have fallen down the stairs had not Al caught her.”
There was a long silence, and then I heard her voice again—she was stroking my hand.
“Poor girl! What a pretty little thing she is.”
I put my cheek against her hand. Somehow it seemed to me natural that she should be good and kind to me. Then the doctor said:
“I will have her moved to the hospital. This room is too small, and she will need the best of care.”
“Why can’t I care for her?” asked the girl suddenly. “I can do it! Oh, you don’t believe me, eh?” I heard them both laugh, and she said:
“It’ll be lots of fun. To begin with, you carry her down to my room.”
“Do you really mean that?” I heard him ask, and her reply: “Why, of course, I do.”