Doris glanced at her watch. "We'll have to go in," she said, rising
and adjusting Pete's pillow.
"Oh, shucks! We jest come out!"
"You've been asleep," said Doris.
Pete shook his head. "Nope. But I sure did git one good rest. Doc
Andover calls this a vacation, eh? Well, then I guess I got to go back
to work--and it sure is work, holdin' down that bed in there--and
nothin' to do but sleep and eat and--but it ain't so bad when you're
there. Now that there cow-bunny with the front teeth--"
"S-sh!" Doris flushed, and Pete glanced around, realizing that they
were not alone.
"Well, I reckon we got to go back to the corral!" Pete sighed heavily.
Back in bed he watched Doris as she made a notation on the chart of his
"case." He frowned irritably when she took his temperature.
"The doctor will want to know how you stood your first outing," she
said, smiling.
Pete wriggled the little glass thermometer round in his mouth until it
stuck up at an assertive angle, as some men hold a cigar, and glanced
mischievously at his nurse. "Why don't you light it?" he mumbled.
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