"Yes, as long as the rag is wet. There is quite a little wind today, too, and that helps."
"Is it cool out-doors?"
"Yes."
"Oh, dear! I wish I could go out under the trees. It is so hot in here cooped up like I am."
Peace bit her tongue. How easy it was to forget the doctor's directions! Twice already she had said things which excited the poor, sick prisoner, whom she had been told to keep quiet. A happy inspiration leaped into her thought, and moving the jar of delicate blossoms closer to the bed, she slipped a spray into Annette's hand, saying, "S'pose we minagine these flowers are trees. They would make a lovely forest, wouldn't they? I often wish the trees had pretty flowers."
"Apple trees have," said Annette thoughtfully.
"That's so!" was the surprised ejaculation. "I forgot all about the fruit trees. All of them have flowers, but I like the apple-blossoms best, don't you?"
"Yes, they are so cool looking and so sweet and smelly."
"That's what I like about them most. When I go to the moon I wear a dress made of apple-blossoms and—"
"When you go to the moon?" repeated Annette, looking bewildered and wondering if the queer thoughts which the doctor called delirium were coming back to haunt her again.