"It's a question whether sending back will do any good," the doctor said. He was watching the two on the steps.
Patricia stroked the bandaged paw gently. "I can't take him—I can't go out of the yard, can I, Daddy?"
"Decidedly not."
"Couldn't you take him in the gig with you, Patrick?" Miss Kirby felt that she was playing a losing game.
"Going quite in the opposite direction."
"And Jim?"
"Goes with me." The doctor was still studying the two on the steps.
"If he stays one day we are doomed!" Miss Kirby declared.
"That only leaves you and Sarah, doesn't it, Aunt Julia?" Patricia asked, cheerfully.
Miss Kirby was not without a sense of humor. "I am afraid Sarah is out of the question," she said; "and if he waits for me to take him he will stay here—altogether."