"
"Everybody has! It's too stupid for words. Since the trial and the
bank failure I haven't been able to get a smile out of anybody! I hope
the Turtle won't be grumpy."
"Who is the Turtle?"
"Mr. Wicker. Hat calls him that, because he never lets go 'til it
thunders. Aren't you coming in the parlor?"
"No, I'll give Wick the field to-night. I want to see your Father on
business."
"That sounds interesting!" said Connie audaciously. "You might have
spoken to me first!"
The Doctor was preparing to go up to bed when Donald entered the
sitting-room, but he put down his candle and greeted him warmly.
"A phenix rising from his ashes!" he said. "I am glad to see that you
have survived the trials of the past ten days. It is very kind of you
to come over in the midst of your trouble to welcome us to our new
quarters. You are not going to leave us, my dear?" this to Miss Lady
who had risen at Donald's entrance.
"I was going to get your beef-tea."
"Oh, to be sure. I can't begin to tell you, Donald, how much I regret
the decision in your case. How did it happen?"
Donald, whose hungry eyes were devouring every familiar detail of the
homely fire-lit room, shrugged his shoulders.
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