I am feeling--better every minute." For a few moments he lay quiet.

Then with a little smile he looked up at her again and said, "I would go off again just to hear you say those words once more." "Oh, please don't," she entreated, hiding her face.
"Forgive me, Kathleen, I am a beast.

Forget it.

I am feeling all right.
I believe I could sit up." "No, no, no," she cried.

"Lie a little longer." She laid his head down, ran a hundred yards to the wheat field, returning with two sheeves, and made a support for his head and shoulders.