"His constitution has wonderful rallying powers," the old doctor said;
"he is like a bit of india rubber!"
It seemed to Dudley that Roy's face had got wonderfully white and small;
and there was a weary worn look in his eyes, as he turned round to greet
him.
"Now sit down and talk to him, but don't let him do the talking," was
nurse's advice as she left the boys together.
Dudley sat down by the bed, and squeezed hold of the little hand held
out to him.
"I'm so sorry, old chap," he said, nervously; "do you feel really
better? I've been so miserable."
"I'm first-rate now," was the cheerful response; "it's awfully nice
getting your breath back again; it's only made me feel a little tired,
that's all!"
"It was all me!"
"Why that has been my comfort," said Roy, with shining eyes; "I felt
when I was very bad, that if I died, I might have lived for something.
It would have been lovely to die for you, Dudley--at least you know to
have got myself ill from that reason; it's so very tame when I get bad
from nothing at all; but I'm well again now, so I know God is letting me
live to do something else!"
"I was the one that ought to have been made ill to punish me," blurted
out Dudley, and then he was silent.
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