"No, I have a headache. It will pass away," said Cameron, turning over
on his side. Still Mandy lingered.
"Let me bring you a nice piece of pie and a cup of tea."
Cameron shuddered.
"No," he said, "bring me nothing. I merely wish to sleep."
But Mandy refused to be driven away.
"Say, I'm awful sorry. I know you're sick."
"Nonsense!" said Cameron, impatiently, waiting for her to be gone. Still
Mandy hesitated.
"I'm awful sorry," she said again, and her voice, deep, tender,
full-toned, revealed her emotion.
Cameron turned impatiently towards her.
"Look here, Mandy! There's nothing wrong with me. I only want a little
sleep. I shall be all right to-morrow."
But Mandy's fears were not to be allayed.
"Say," she cried, "you look awful bad."
"Oh, get out, Mandy! Go and get your dinner. Don't mind me." Cameron's
tone was decidedly cross.
Without further remonstrance Mandy turned silently away, but before she
turned Cameron caught the gleam of tears in the great blue eyes. A swift
compunction seized him.
"I say, Mandy, I don't want to be rude, but--"
"Rude?" cried the girl. "You? You couldn't be. You are always good--to
me--and--I--don't--know--" Here her voice broke.
"Oh, come, Mandy, get away to dinner. You are a good girl. Now leave me
alone.
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