nurse looking at him curiously he suddenly remembered that perhaps he
ought not to appear too well just yet. At least things don t so often
disagree with me. It s the fresh air.
Perhaps it is, said the nurse, still looking at him with a mystified
expression. But I must talk to Dr. Craven about it.
How she stared at you! said Mary when she went away. As if she
thought there must be something to find out.
I won t have her finding out things, said Colin. No one must begin
to find out yet.
When Dr. Craven came that morning he seemed puzzled, also. He asked a
number of questions, to Colin s great annoyance.
You stay out in the garden a great deal, he suggested. Where do you
go?
Colin put on his favorite air of dignified indifference to opinion.
I will not let anyone know where I go, he answered. I go to a place
I like. Everyone has orders to keep out of the way. I won t be watched
and stared at. You know that!
You seem to be out all day but I do not think it has done you harm I
do not think so. The nurse says that you eat much more than you have
ever done before.
Perhaps, said Colin, prompted by a sudden inspiration, perhaps it is
an unnatural appetite.
I do not think so, as your food seems to agree with you, said Dr.
Craven. You are gaining flesh rapidly and your color is better.
Perhaps perhaps I am bloated and feverish, said Colin, assuming a
discouraging air of gloom. People who are not going to live are
often different.
Dr. Craven shook his head. He was holding Colin s wrist and he pushed
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