“ Are you in pain, Dan?”
“ It's pretty bad; but I didn't mean to wake you.”
“ I'm a sort of owl, always flying about at night. Yes, your foot is like fire; the bandages must be wet again,” and away flapped the maternal owl for more cooling stuff, and a great mug of ice water.
“ Oh, that's so nice!” sighed Dan, the wet bandages went on again, and a long draught of water cooled his thirsty throat.
“ There, now, sleep your best, and don't be frightened if you see me again, for I'll slip down by and by, and give you another sprinkle.”
As she spoke, Mrs. Jo stooped to turn the pillow and smooth the bed-clothes, when, to her great surprise, Dan put his arm around her neck, drew her face down to his, and kissed her, with a broken “Thank you, ma'am,” which said more than the most eloquen
