He has improved a lot, hasn't he? If
you'd seen how glad he was to see me! I suppose he'll have to be sent
back. Caesar likes him pretty well; he didn't growl at him once when I
introduced them to each other."
"It's a question whether _sending_ back will do any good," the
doctor said. He was watching the two on the steps.
Patricia stroked the bandaged paw gently. "I can't take him--I can't go
out of the yard, can I, Daddy?"
"Decidedly not."
"Couldn't you take him in the gig with you, Patrick?" Miss Kirby felt
that she was playing a losing game.
"Going quite in the opposite direction."
"And Jim?"
"Goes with me." The doctor was still studying the two on the steps.
"If he stays one day we are doomed!" Miss Kirby declared.
"That only leaves you and Sarah, doesn't it, Aunt Julia?" Patricia
asked, cheerfully.
Miss Kirby was not without a sense of humor. "I am afraid Sarah is out
of the question," she said; "and if he waits for me to take him he will
stay here--altogether."
Patricia was quick to catch the longed-for concession in her aunt's
voice. Dropping Custard, she ran to hug Miss Kirby. "Oh, you darling!
But, Daddy," she turned anxiously, "oh, do you suppose Mr.
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