"It makes all the difference there is, that's all," answered Lawrence. "Won't you tell me?"
"No. Certainly not! Why should I? Look here—if you're well enough to talk, you re well enough to help me to get the sail up again."
"Of course I am—but—" Lawrence showed no inclination to move.
"But what? You're too lazy, I suppose." Fanny laughed. "Let me see your forehead—take your cap off," she added, with a change of tone.
Lawrence thrust the cap back, which did not help matters much, as his hair grew low and partially hid the bruise. The skin was not broken, but it was almost purple, and a large swelling had already appeared.
"It's too bad!" exclaimed Fanny, looking at it, as he bent down his head, and softly touching it with her ungloved hand. "Tell me—do you feel very weak and dizzy still? I was only laughing when I spoke of your helping me with the sail."
"Oh no!" answered Lawrence, cheerfully. "It aches a little, of course, but it will soon go off."
