“Please,” Betsy added earnestly. “I’ll take care of her and keep things quiet.”
Daddy never seemed so far away—Daddy with his sure, skilled hands and his make-you-feel-better manner. But Mimi was brave. She sat quietly in the straight chair by the window while Dr. Ansley worked on her. Betsy watched intently. She was smiling at Mimi, her eyes saying, “good sport, good sport, be brave.” Returning the smile, Mimi swallowed the two capsules the doctor held out.
The thing which hurt most was the slow realization that she was out of basket ball for the season. Some one else would play forward with Betsy.
Betsy must have known her bitter thoughts, for after the Doctor, Miss Bassett, and Dit had gone she said:
“I’d rather play forward with you than any one.”
Knowing what the admission must have cost, Mimi replied: “Me too, and now I can’t play at all!”
“It’s my fault because I didn’t watch where I was going.”
“I didn’t either.”
“I am going to do something nice to make up for it.”
Mimi fell asleep wondering what it would be. Nothing could be as precious as what she had lost but Betsy had said it was nice and Betsy kept her word.