Jean slipped her soft palm into his.
"Did I wake you?"
"No, dear. I was not asleep. I cannot sleep these days. Last night I heard the clock strike almost every hour. It has been so right along. I cannot recall when I have had a full night's rest. No sooner do I go to bed than my mind travels like a whirlwind over everything I've done through the day. There is no peace, no stopping it."
"We will stop it, dear. Don't worry, Uncle Tom. The doctor says you are just a little tired, and he is going to give you some medicine that will help you to feel better. Then you are to stay at home and rest for a while. To-morrow you shall have your breakfast in bed and later, when it is sunny and warm, I shall take you for a nice motor ride."
"But—but you forget, girlie, that to-morrow you won't be here."
"Oh, yes I shall. I'm going to stay. There is no law against my changing my mind and not going to Boston, is there?"
Jean smiled down at him.
"I've wired Uncle Bob that I am going to postpone my visit," she added.
A light came into the man's eyes.
"Did the doctor——?"