“Why so deep in thought?” Phyllis asked, when she entered.
“Phyllis——” Gale sat up. “Phyl, suppose you had the chance to have the operation that might make you all right again, would you go through with it?”
Phyllis grew a little pale.
“What do you mean?”
“Just that,” Gale pursued. “Suppose the biggest doctor in the country said you had a chance—a very good chance, if your leg was operated on and reset, of walking again as you used to. Would you take it?”
“Would I take it?” Phyllis gasped incredulously. “Oh, Gale, need you ask? I’d take any sort of chance—even the slimmest.”
“It means weeks again of convalescence—time in the hospital,” Gale reminded her gently.
“But it would be worth it,” Phyllis said. “Gale, tell me what you mean!”
Gale hugged Phyllis rapturously. “It means, Phyl, that Doctor Elton, the surgeon, is coming to Briarhurst to see you. He is going to perform it.”
“When?”