“And it’s all due to your loving influence, I am sure,” Mr. Morrison declared.
There were twinkles in the eyes that looked up at him. “I can’t take all of the credit,” Mrs. Gray replied. “I think someone else had even more to do with the change in Geraldine than I have had.”
She was thinking of Jack Lee, but at that time she did not care to tell her son about him.
The old house was one of those charming places, pillared in front, with wide halls and large, many windowed rooms that could easily be transformed into just the kind of a home that Geraldine liked best.
Busy days followed for Mrs. Gray and her son. Then, three weeks later, Doctor Carson announced that Geraldine was strong enough to be moved.
So well had the secret been kept that the lassie supposed that they were going to Dorchester.
CHAPTER XXVII.
HOME, SWEET HOME
Geraldine, supposing that they were about to leave for the city, could not understand why her friends had not called to say good-bye.
“Perhaps they will be waiting at the station,” she said to Alfred when they were all in the big car, with Danny O’Neil at the wheel.
“Like as not,” the unsuspecting lad replied.