“Eright?” a low, half-interested voice asked.
“Sure, you’re all right,” said Tom gently.
Then there was a pause.
“Right—orright?”
“Sure, Billy—be still. You’ll be all right.”
The eyes were fixed on Tom in a weak but steady look of inquiry. There was a wistfulness in that barely conscious look.
“Why, sure, you’re all right,” laughed Tom.
“I don’t—I mean—not—I don’t mean that. I mean don’t—don’t mean will I get well—all right. I mean will I do? Now will I do?”
Tom’s brimming eyes looked at him—oh, such a look.
“Yes, you’ll do, Billy.”