He lay back upon his pillow, smiling.
"Not very agreeable, is it, Nance?
Well, come again, and I'll tell you about some of the pleasanter old faiths next time--I remember now that they interested me a lot before I was sick." "You're sure I shouldn't send Clytie or some one ?" She looked down at him anxiously, putting her hand on his forehead.

He put one of his own lightly over hers.
"No, no, thank you! It's not near time yet for the next baked potato.

If Clytie doesn't give up the skin of this one I shall be tempted to forget that she's a woman.

There, I hear grandad coming, so you won't be leaving me alone." Grandfather Delcher came in cheerily as Nancy left the room.
"Resting, my boy?
That's good.

You look brighter already--Nancy must come often." He took Nancy's chair by the couch and began the reading of his morning's mail.