'Thank you, papa. I shall tell him what you say.'
'I shall write—to her I think. I owe him something for not proving that it is all as a study of pneumonia. I say, Ethel, what is become of the "Diseases of Climate?"' he added, with a twinkle in his eye.
'In the nine beginnings.'
'And how about the Massissauga Company?'
'You heartless old worldly-minded father!' said Ethel. 'When you take to prudence for Tom, what is the world coming to?'
'Into order,' said the Doctor, shaking himself into the coat she held for him. 'Tom surrendered to a pet patient of mine. Now for poor Leonard! Good-bye, young people! I am off to Cocksmoor!'
'Please take me, grandpapa,' cried Dickie, hopping into the hall.
'You, you one-legged manikin! I'm going over all the world; and how are you to get home?'
'On Leonard's back,' said the undaunted Dickie.
'Not so, master: poor Leonard has news here that will take the taste of nonsense out of his mouth.'