"I think your grandfather will be better under my immediate care, and I will see that he is removed—if—if you don't object—to a pleasant room in a pleasant place."
"An 'orspital?" queried Gerty.
The young man nodded.
"Say, look here, he ain't goin' to no 'orspital," objected Bill.
"He is, too," retorted Gerty; then turning to the doctor, "You can take him." She gave the permission grandly. "I know all about it and Bill don't. I've seen one."
"My son," said the doctor, addressing Bill, "your sister is a person of unusual acumen. She—she knows a good thing when she sees it. I give you my word that the friend of whom I spoke thoroughly approves of your grandfather's removal."
"And can't we see him?" asked Bill, looking very dubious.
"Bless you, yes, every day, if you want to."
"And will you bring him back for Christmas?" asked Bill again.
The doctor considered. "If it is possible. At least, I can promise you shall eat your Christmas dinner together."