Her brain floated, too, because she could not make it think coherently for her.

A fortune--for a dish of bacon and eggs! The magnificence, the utter prodigality of such generosity! For a dish of bacon and eggs and a bottle of milk! Had she left home?
Hadn't she fallen asleep, the victim of another nightmare?
A corner of the atmosphere cleared a little.
A desire took form; she wanted the nurse to come back and stabilize things.

In a wavering blur she saw the odd young man restore the money and bonds and other documents to the wallet.
"I want you to give this to your guardian when he comes in.

I want him to understand.

I say, you know, I'm going to love that old thoroughbred! He's fine.