"Yes, Donald," she said, meeting his gaze unflinchingly, "I got it."
He dropped his head on his hand where it rested on the banister, and
they stood for a moment in silence save for the strains of music that
came up from below. Then he straightened his shoulders.
"That's all. I had to make sure, you know. And you didn't believe in
me?"
Across her face quivered the desire for speech, and the necessity for
silence.
"I do believe in you, Don," she said earnestly. "I believe in you with
all my heart and soul. And we are going to be your friends; you'll let
us, the Doctor and me?"
He took the hand she offered, but he said nothing, and after she was
gone he went into his room, and flinging himself across the bed,
buried his face in the pillows.
CHAPTER XIX
The new year began inauspiciously at the Queerington's. In the first
place Bertie woke up with the chickenpox and was banished to the
nursery. Then the Doctor followed his annual custom of going over his
business affairs, with the usual result that he found his accounts
greatly overdrawn. This fact was solemnly communicated to each member
of the family in turn together with admonitions in regard to the
future.
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