Later he awoke again to find the room in darkness. But even as he opened his mouth to demand attention a match was scratched and the room became so bright that he had to blink his eyes. A nice-looking woman came and sat on the side of the bed and stirred a spoon around in a blue-and-white bowl. “Are you awake?” she asked. “Here’s your supper. Don’t get up, but just turn your head this way and I’ll feed it to you. It’s beef tea. Do you like it?” “Yes,” answered Nelson. “Thank you.” It tasted terribly good, he thought, and between spoonfuls he surreptitiously studied her face. He had seen her before, only--he couldn’t think where. “Would you mind telling me your name, please?” he asked presently. “I’m Mrs. Carey,” she answered smilingly. “Have you forgotten me?” Then he remembered and understood. “No, ma’am,” he answered. “That is, not now. I guess I’m in your house again, but I don’t see how I got here, do you?” “Mr. Carey was watching you from the landing when your canoe was overturned, and he and Mr. Merrill and the skipper went out to you in a boat and brought you in. But you mustn’t talk. The doctor said so.” “What doctor?” “Dr. Ames. He came over from the mainland, where he has a cottage.” Nelson pondered this between mouthfuls of hot broth. Then: “Is Dan alive?” he asked. “Yes; you will see him in the morning. Now, that’s all. You are to have some more at nine.” “What time is it now, please?” “Half past six.” “That’s a pretty long time, isn’t it?” he asked. “Oh, but you’re going to sleep now and you won’t know how long it is. I’ll turn the light down low so it won’t hurt your eyes. Is there anything else you’d like?” “No ma’am, thank you. You--you won’t forget, will you?” “Forget----?” “I mean about the broth at nine o’clock,” he explained wistfully. “Indeed I won’t,” she answered heartily. “And I wish I could give you some more now, but the doctor said----” Nelson never learned what the doctor said, for he fell asleep just then. Later there was another brief waking spell and more hot broth. And then, in some strange way, it became morning, and the sun was shining in the window at the foot of the bed, and the birds were celebrating the passing of the storm. While he was still stretching his limbs and trying to recollect things the door opened and Mr. Carey came in. “Well, how’s the boy, eh?” he asked. “Feeling pretty good after your bath, are you?” “Fine, sir. Can I get up?” “Surely you can. Breakfast will be ready in half an hour. I’ll send your clothes up; I guess they’re dry by this time. Take your time and rest off if you feel weak. I’ll look in again presently to see how you’re getting on.”