"I'm more unfeeling then than you are, for I could."

She insisted on having her way, and then tore up her handkerchief to supply a
soft linen bandage.

"You're extravagant, Alida," but she only shook her head.

"Famous! That feels better. What a touch you have! Now, if you had a broken
head, my fingers would be like a pair of tongs."

She only shook her head and smiled.

"You're as bad as Jane used to be. She never said a word when she could shake
or nod her meaning."

"I should think you would be glad, after having been half talked to death by
her mother."

"As I said before, take your own way of doing things. It seems the right way
after it is done."

A faint color came into her face, and she looked positively happy as she sat
down to breakfast. "Are you sure your head feels better?" she asked.

"Yes, and you look a hundred per cent better. Well, I AM glad you had such a
good sleep after all the hubbub."

"I didn't sleep till toward morning," she said, with downcast eyes.

"Pshaw! That's too bad. Well, no matter, you look like a different person