A pleasant young woman, whom he did not think he had ever seen before, came to him now and then and did something for him. In fact, this young woman was constantly going up and down the room. There was also a friendly man, who wore a large pair of glasses. He came to see him twice a day, but who he was, poor Freckles could not even imagine.
He tried and tried to think where he was, or who these people might be, but could not. When he asked the young woman, she explained it all to him, but even then he could not make it clear.
When she said something about a wreck and Bingham and Daily's circus, he thought he ought to understand, but he could not. So she finally told him not to bother his head about it, but that it would all come right soon.
The first thing that he did realize was the name of his friend, Sir Wilton.
He smiled up at the nurse.
"Yes," he said, "seems to me I did
