Let me call Aunt Jemima." St.George shook his head good-naturedly in denial and smoothed her hands with his fingers.
"Call nobody and do nothing but sit beside me and let me look into your face and listen to your voice.

I have been pretty badly shaken up; had two weeks of it that couldn't have been much worse--but since then I have been on the mend and am getting stronger every minute.

I haven't had any medicine and I don't want any now--I just want you and--" he hesitated, and seeing nothing in her eyes of any future hope for Harry, finished the sentence, with "and one or two others to sit by me and cheer me up; that's better than all the doctors in the world.

And now, first about your father and then about yourself." "Oh, he's very well," she rejoined absently.

"He's off somewhere, went away two days ago.