"Oh, when I am well, may I help?"
"You——?" Mary came over and stood looking down at her; "of course you may help. But perhaps you wouldn't like it."
"I am sure I should. And I don't think I am going to get well very soon——"
Mary was solicitous. "Why not?"
"I don't want to get well. I want to stay here. I think this place is—heavenly."
Mary laughed. "It is just a plain farmhouse. If you want the show places you should go to Huntersfield and King's Crest——"
"I want just this. Do you know I am almost
afraid to go to sleep for fear I shall wake up and find it a—dream——"
A little later, she asked, "Are those apples in the orchard ripe?"
"Yes."