“Yes, yes! it can be managed, and none of the curious will ever be the wiser,” she said, after due reflection. “It is indeed fortunate that he’s been compelled by the law of entail to take his mother’s name. Nobody will know him in Oregon.”
Mrs. McAlpin found Scotty at camping time with a voracious appetite and a temper like a caged bear.
“Where have you kept yourself through all this blistering afternoon?” he asked, munching his food heartily.
“I can’t stay with all my patients all the time, Mr. Burns, especially as so many of them are quadrupeds, with the hoof-ail.”
“I suppose, then, that I am to be classed as a biped, with the leg-ail.”
“Exactly.”
“Ouch! oh!” he exclaimed with a grimace, as the knitting bones gave a sudden twinge, reminding him that they were awake and on duty. “These infernal bandages are loose again, I hope.”
“Your bandages are doing nicely, sir. The Captain will have your crutches ready in a day or two. Then you can take some exercise.”
“What have you done with those hideous black garments, Daphne?”
“Do you like these gray ones better?”