“Do you have to go, aunt?” he asked. “Can’t I let ’em take me? I don’t mind.”
“No, it’s very good of you to offer, Ned. But I must go. They need me to help nurse her.”
“Help nurse,” repeated Ned, wondering if he had heard aright.
“Yes, didn’t Mary tell you? We have just received a telegram from my niece Jane Alden in Chicago. She has typhoid fever and I must go to her at once. She has no other relatives living and I must take care of her. I shall have to start at once and, as there is no telling when I will come back I must close up the house.”
“Close up the house,” Ned said.
“Yes, it will make lots of trouble, and I am so sorry that it will spoil the pleasure of yourself and your chums. But there is no help for it. I think you had better go back home, Ned. You and your friends can come and spend two months here next summer.”
“Is Mary going too?” asked Ned.
“Mary is going to stay with some relatives in Long Island until I come back. I have sent a cablegram explaining matters to your uncle and it will be waiting for him when his ship arrives on the other side. Oh, poor dear Jane! I hope her case is not a severe one. It is lucky I know how to nurse. She never could get along without me. I am sorry for you, Ned.”
Ned felt sorry for himself but he did not feel like inflicting his own troubles on his aunt. Still he did want some instructions about what he had better do. He was all upset and did not know whether to go home at once or wait until his aunt had started. He half resolved to tell her what had happened and ask her advice.
“Maybe she can send me to uncle’s lawyer and he can help me,” he said to himself. His aunt came downstairs at that moment and he decided to make an attempt to gain an idea of how to proceed.