“I wish so, too!” exclaimed Bob with enthusiasm, for he and his chums had taken a great liking to the young and pretty nurse. She told them she had been with Dr. Wright for some time, and, when he found he needed a vacation he insisted on taking her with him, in addition to his sister and a man servant.
“I guess he must be pretty rich,” said Bob, when he was alone with his chums. “Dad will have a steep bill on my account.”
“Don’t worry,” advised Ned.
“I’m not,” laughed the stout lad. “Dad is able to meet it, and I guess he thinks I’m worth it—at least I hope so.”
Jerry was glad his mother did not have a heavy doctor’s bill to meet, for, in the present state of Mrs. Hopkins’s finances, it would have embarrassed her very much.
“But if I can only get back that clay land we’ll be all right,” said Jerry.
He had spoken casually of the new medicated clay put out by the Universal Plaster Company, and Dr. Wright had heard him.
“That certainly is wonderful stuff!” said the celebrated physician. “I have tried it on some of my cases. It is a wonder no one ever thought before of using it. It works like magic. There is a fortune in it for the promoters.”
Jerry did not tell the doctor that the clay came from land which had once been owned by Mrs. Hopkins.