Uncle William smoothed the spread in place. "They'd feel kind o' sharp,
I guess. I wouldn't try it--not yet. You wait till Sergia comes."

"_Will_ she come?"

"She'd come to-night if she knew you wanted her. You go to sleep, and
in the mornin' you'll take that other pill." He lifted the pillow and
turned it over, patting it in place. "Why, that ol' chief he was so glad
when he see me feelin' better he acted kind o' crazy-like. I held out
my hand to him when I woke up; but he didn't know anything about shakin'
hands. He jest got down and took my feet and hugged 'em. It made me feel
queer," said Uncle William. "You do feel queer when you hain't acted
jest right."




XII

"Can I see her to-day?" It was the first question in the morning.

"You better?"

"Yes."

"You feelin' well enough to sit up?"

"Yes."