"He may be a little flighty now and then, but don't pay any attention to him; just soothe him over.

He's getting back to himself--stronger every hour.

We often have these things to contend with." And the doctor, outwardly confident, went away to puzzle over the case.
Again the following morning, when Bernal had leaned his difficult way down to the couch in the study, the old man was dismayed by his almost unspeakable aberrations.

With no sign of fever, with a cool brow and placid pulse, in level tones, he spoke the words of the mad.
"You know, grandad," he began easily, looking up at the once more placid old man who sat beside him, "I am just now recalling matters that were puzzling me much before the sickness began to spin my head about so fast on my shoulders.

The harder I thought, the faster my head went around, until it sent my mind all to little spatters in a circle about me.