"Yes," says she.
"Then here's hoping," says I.
"There, there!" says Vee. "I'm afraid you're a little feverish."
Maybe I was, but I didn't hear another thing until more 'n ten hours later when I woke up to find the sun winkin' in at me through the shutters.
"Did you have a good night's rest?" asks Vee.
"As good as they come," says I. "How about you!"
"Oh, I slept fairly well," says she. "I was awake once or twice. I suppose I was worrying a little about you. And then I thought I hear strange noises."
"What sort of noises?" I asks.
"Oh, like a lot of men walking by," says she. "That must have been nearly midnight. They were talking low as they passed, and it almost sounded as if they were carrying tools of some sort. Then along towards morning I thought I heard them pass again. I'm sure some of them were swearing."
"Huh!" says I. "I wonder what they could have been peeved about on such a fine night?"