Every shriek of the engine--and there were many just then, for we were passing through a network of tunnels--brought beads of moisture on to my forehead, made me start and shake like a criminal.

Surely that was a cry! I started in my seat, only to see that my companion, now her old self again, was watching me intently.
"I am afraid," she said softly, "that you are not very strong.

The excitement of talking of these things has been too much for you." "I have never had a day's illness in my life," I answered.

"I am perfectly well." "I am glad," she said simply.

"I must finish what I was telling you.
Your father was continually talking and thinking of you.