"Well, it might be worse."
She thought of the narrow escape Phil had had, and nodded.
"You'll have to sleep in the bunk house. Take any of the beds you like. Bess and I will put up at the foreman's," she explained.
As is the custom among bachelors who attend to their own domestic affairs, they found the bed just as the foreman had stepped out of it two weeks before. While Keller held the lantern, Phyllis made it up, and again he saw that she was using her right hand very carefully and flinching when it touched the blankets. Putting the lantern down on the table, he walked up to her.
"I'll make the bed."
She stepped back, with a little laugh. "All right."
He made it, then turned to her at once.
"I want to see your hand."
She gave him the left one, even as he had done on the occasion of their second meeting. He took it, and kept it.
"Now the other."