"Good—you can take them out now—nurse."
He had tried to tell Anthony about the pretty ladies. But they had come back and were whirling about him on that band of light—and there was one with dark hair with a crescent moon above the parting—and there was one who came closer than the others, and who had hair that shone like gold, and a little white face.
"Betty——"
The nurse did not catch the name—but Anthony's quick ear was at once attentive.
"She loves you, dear boy; and I'm going to make you well, so you may marry her."