"
So that was it. The breakdown had come sooner than he expected,
and it had come, moreover, without warning. That was bad--bad!
Although Dave's mind was perfectly clear at this moment, he
reasoned with a sinking heart that another brain-storm might
overtake him at any time. He had imagined that the thing would
give a hint of its coming, but evidently it did not.
Mrs. Strange broke into his frowning meditation to ask, "How long
since you had a night's sleep?"
"I--Oh, it must be weeks."
"Umph! I thought so. You puzzled that pill-roller, but doctors
don't know anything, anyhow. Why, he wanted to wake you up to find
out what ailed you! I threatened to scald him if he did."
"I seem to remember talking a good deal," Dave ventured. "I reckon
I--said a lot of foolish things." He caught the look that passed
between his nurses and its significance distressed him.
Mrs. Strange continued: "That's how we guessed what your trouble
was, and that's why I wouldn't let that fool doctor disturb you.
Now that you've had a sleep and are all right again, I'm going
home and change my clothes. I haven't had them off for two
nights."
"Two nights!" Dave stared in bewilderment.
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