“You could walk now a little, couldn’t you?”
“I think I could,” said Mell.
She got upon her feet with his assistance.
“You are shaky, yet.”
“A little shaky,” Mell admitted.
“Then take my arm.”
She took it, as a wise being takes the inevitable all through life, submissively, and without saying much about it.
They walked slowly, and the young follower of dear old Ike watched his companion’s every step, with a solicitude bordering on the fatherly.
“What do you suppose I am going to do with you, now?”
She could not imagine.