Margaret hadn't. She had not, so hedged was her life, even heard that Aladdin lay sick.
Mrs. Brackett lied nobly.
"She was here yesterday," she said, "and that anxious to know all about you."
Aladdin looked like one that had found peace.
"Thank you," he said.
Mrs. Brackett raised his head, pillow and all, very gently, and gave him his medicine.
"How's Jack?" said Aladdin.
"He comes twice every day to ask about you," said Mrs. Brackett. "He's livin' with my brother-in-law."
"That's good," said Aladdin. He lay back and dozed. After a while he opened his eyes.
"Mrs. Brackett—"
"What is it, deary?" The good woman had been herself on the point of dozing, but was instantly alert.
"Am I going to die?"
