He rubbed his fingers over his forehead and came upon the bandage above his eyes. For a moment he looked very much puzzled. Then he said:
"Oh—a lot happened. I remember now. Where's Fogger? And Joan?"
"Fogger is ashore, and Joan's lying down," Elspeth said. "You've been asleep such a splendid long time."
"Have I?" he said. "Why, it's still morning, isn't it? And I didn't go to sleep till after sunrise."
"Yes, but this is to-morrow morning. I mean, you've been asleep a day and a night and a little bit over."
"I have?" cried Garth. "Why, how awfully queer! Then to-day is to-morrow."
"Exactly! And if this is to-morrow, what—"
"Then it's my birthday!"
"Yes, my dearest, it's your birthday; and I'm going to give you twice as many kisses as you have years, and a few more for good measure."
The kisses were given and returned, and Garth lay holding his mother's hand against his cheek.
