"I am
sure you are," he said dryly; "but no talking over is necessary., I
shall probably be going up the hill in a few days, and I'll say a word
if Dr. Lavendar wants me to. Nothing definite; just enlist her
sympathy for his father--and get her to protect herself, too. He must
be an awful nuisance."
"That's it!" said Dr. Lavendar. "I'd do it myself, but you know her
better than I do. I'm getting acquainted with her through David. David
is really a remarkable child! I can't tell you how I miss him." And
then he began to relate David's sayings, while Martha sewed fiercely,
and William stared at the hearth-rug "The little rascal is no Peter
Grievous," Dr Lavendar declared, proudly; and told a story of a badly
barked knee, and a very stiff upper-lip; "and the questions he asks!"
said the old man, holding up both hands; "theological questions; the
House of Bishops couldn't answer 'em!" He repeated some of the
questions, watching the husband and wife with swift glances over his
spectacles; when he had wrung a reluctant laugh from the doctor, and
Mrs., King was not sewing so fast, he went home, not much rested by
his call.
But the result of the call was that at the end of the week Dr. King
went up to the Stuffed Animal House.
"We are shipwrecked!" cried Mrs. Richie, as she saw him coming down
the garden path towards the barn. Her face was flushed and gay, and
her hair, shaken from its shining wreath around her head, hung in two
braids down her back.
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