“You don’t mean——” she exclaimed.
“Yes,” interrupted her father. “I am afraid that is what it is. He says that I must go away from here at once.”
For a moment Mabel was too stunned to speak. She sat down upon the edge of the bed again.
“Run away now,” said her father. “I’ll try and sleep some more.”
She kissed her father gently, and made her way from the room.
On the porch she met Mr. Willing.
“Why didn’t you tell me Father was so very sick?” she demanded.
“Pshaw!” he replied. “I don’t think it amounts to anything.”
“You know what the doctor believes is the matter with him?”
“Yes.”