“Oh, go to sleep,” said Frank, just as he had said it twelve hours before. “No early school.” But this time David reasserted himself a little. “’Course not,” he said. “But I’ve slept ages and—and I want something to eat.” The beaming nurse stepped to the bedside. “I’ll bring you some beef-tea in a minute,” she said. “Lie quite still.” David turned his head. “Why, it’s quite morning,” he said. “Absolutely,” said Frank. “And I’ve slept ever since you told me we were in dormitory together,” he said. “How long ago was that?” “Oh, about twelve hours,” said Frank. “And you’ve sat here all the time?” “Think so.” “Oh, I say! And just because you thought I might want you.” David’s eyes were bright and untired again: there was life shining behind them, young life that may still be feeble as the snowdrops raising their frail heads above the ground on some sunny morning of February are feeble. But they answer to the beckoning of spring, not, like late autumn blossoms, feeling the chill of the winter that approaches. Frank leaned over him. “Yes, I thought you might want me,” he said; “but also I couldn’t go away. I wanted you.” David smiled at him. “I was pretty bad yesterday, wasn’t I?” he asked. “Yes, pretty bad.” “I knew I must be, because I didn’t care what happened. I do to-day. I’m going to get better.” “Of course you are,” said Frank, “and here’s your food.” “Lord, it smells good,” said David. “Do be quick, nurse.” * * * * * So there was house-supper at Adams’s that night. * * * * * * Transcriber's note: Obvious printer errors have been corrected including missing periods at end of line. Punctuation corrected including missing apostrophes and closing quotations necessary to the dialogue. The use of hyphenated words has been retained. Where two spellings of the same word appear, the spelling with the highest frequency was adopted.