"The Doctor said he was better.

She couldn' see no change.

Yes, he could go in, she s'posed, if he wanted to," she said ungraciously.
Keith entered.

The boy was lying on a big bed, his head resting against the frame of the little opening which went for a window, through which he was peeping wistfully out at the outside world from which he was to be shut off for so many weary weeks.

He returned Keith's greeting in the half-surly way in which he had always received his advances since the day of the row; but when Keith sat down on the bed and began to talk to him cheerily of his daring in climbing where no one else had ventured to go, he thawed out, and presently, when Keith drifted on to other stories of daring, he began to be interested, and after a time grew almost friendly.
He was afraid they might have to cut his leg off.