"I must go and put in some
more seeds. Why doesn't Dr. Lavendar keep this little boy? After all,
he's lonely himself."
"Well, he's an old man you know, and--"
"Dr. King," she broke in, "I don't mind having the child here for a
week while Dr. Lavendar is looking for somebody to take him. Not
longer. It wouldn't do. Really it wouldn't. But for a week, perhaps,
or maybe two!"
"That would be a great help," William King said. "Then Dr. Lavendar
can have plenty of time to find a home for him. I would have been glad
to take him myself, but just at present it happens that it is not--I
should say, Mrs. King is very tired, and--"
"It is perfectly convenient for me," Mrs. Richie said, "if you'll only
cure Maggie! You must cure Maggie, so that she can make cookies for
him."
"I'll cure Maggie," the doctor assured her smiling, and went away much
pleased with himself. But when he got into his shabby old buggy he
sighed.
"Poor soul!" he said. "Poor soul!"
CHAPTER III
William King reported the result of his call to Dr. Lavendar, and
when he told the tragic story of the dead baby the old man blinked and
shook his head.
"Do you wonder she doesn't call herself Mrs. _Frederick_ Richie?"
William demanded. "I don't!"
"No; that's natural, that's natural," Dr. Lavendar admitted.
"I suppose it was a dreadful thing to say," said William, "but I just
burst out and said that if ever there was an excuse for divorce, she
had it!"
"What did she say?"
"Oh, of course, that she hadn't been divorced.
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