He smiled “All right. Y’u sit there in that chair, where I can see y’u doing that fancywork and I’ll not say a word. It’ll keep, all right, what I want to say.”
“I notice you keep talking,” she told him, dryly.
“Yes, ma’am. Y’u had better have let me say what I wanted to, but I’ll be good now.”
He fell asleep watching her, and when he awoke she was still sitting there, though it was beginning to grow dark. He spoke before she knew he was awake.
“I’m going to get well, the doctor thinks.”
“Yes, he told me,” she answered.
“Did he tell y’u it was your nursing saved me?”
“Please don’t think about that.”
“What am I to think about? I owe y’u a heap, and it keeps piling up. I reckon y’u do it all because it’s your Christian duty?” he demanded.
“It is my duty, isn’t it?”