“Yes,” answered Nelson. “Thank you.”
It tasted terribly good, he thought, and between spoonfuls he surreptitiously studied her face. He had seen her before, only—he couldn’t think where.
“Would you mind telling me your name, please?” he asked presently.
“I’m Mrs. Carey,” she answered smilingly. “Have you forgotten me?”
Then he remembered and understood.
“No, ma’am,” he answered. “That is, not now. I guess I’m in your house again, but I don’t see how I got here, do you?”
“Mr. Carey was watching you from the landing when your canoe was overturned, and he and Mr. Merrill and the skipper went out to you in a boat and brought you in. But you mustn’t talk. The doctor said so.”
“What doctor?”
“Dr. Ames. He came over from the mainland, where he has a cottage.”