Coral's face is still flush; she flops down into a pillow with the blanket wrapped around her. Quell laughs earnestly, rising to his feet before stretching out his horse legs. He is getting dressed by the time Gladys flies back into the room; she has a fresh shift and dress tossed over her shoulder, an arm full of various things and the other carries a pitcher.

She sets the items down on the tall table, pouring the pitcher into the empty basin before handing Quell a clean towel. Quell splashes the water on his face, drying it off; Gladys collects Coral and guides her over to the table.

"Come now,...