If that boy is not to be injured, I've
got to watch over him. My neighbor is going to help? Gad-a-mercy!
Help!"
Dr. Lavendar took off his broad-brimmed felt hat and wiped his
forehead with his big red bandanna. "Benjamin, what's got into you? A
little being in love won't hurt him. Why, before I was his age I had
lost my heart to my grandmother's first cousin!"
But the older man was not listening. His anger had suddenly hardened
into alarm; he even forgot the canaries. "She's going to help?
Lavendar, this is serious; it is very serious. He's got to be sent
away!--if I have to see"--his voice trailed into a whisper; he looked
at Dr. Lavendar with startled eyes.
The green cock hopped down into his glass tub and began to ruffle and
splash, but Benjamin Wright did not notice him. Dr. Lavendar beamed.
"You mean you'll see his father?"
The very old man nodded. "Yes; I'll have to see--my son."
"Thank God!" said Dr. Lavendar.
"Dominie," said Mr. Wright, "it's better to make your manners when
you've got your 'baccy.' Yes; I'll have to see--his father; if there's
no other way of getting him out of town?"
"Of course there's no other way. Sam won't go without his father's
consent. But you mustn't make play-writing the excuse; you mustn't
talk about that."
"I won't talk about anything else," said Benjamin Wright.
Dr. Lavendar sighed, but he did not encourage perversity by arguing
against it.
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