"Did you want a elephant and to go to Australia?"
"I don't know about the elephant. But I know I wanted to go to
Australia, or anywhere else, so long as medicine bottles and beef-tea
and thermometers didn't grow there."
She hesitated, her eyes never leaving his face.
"But--but did you--did you say things--"
He smiled.
"Yes, I said things, Sheila Pat!"
"Awful things? Things you'd never, _never_ say when you were well?"
"I hope I shouldn't!"
A tired little frown creased her forehead.
"Did you--did you _ask_ for things?"
"Oh, yes, heaps of 'em! I nearly wept because they wouldn't give me my
organ into bed with me. And foot-balls--I was always begging for
foot-balls. And one night I insisted on its being imperative that I
should start off for Paris--"