"I'll do all I can," promises Billy. "Let's hope he'll pull
through."
"Aw, Alec!" says Mace, again.
Hairoil went up to her. "Mace," he says, "they's one thing you can do
that'd be a _mighty_ big comfort t' pore Cupid."
"What's that?" she ast, earnest as the devil. "I'll do _any_thin'
fer him."
"Marry him, Mace," he says, "and try to nuss him back t' health
again."