"Oh, but this can't go on forever," protested Frank Gleason again, restlessly. "I'll see Burke. As soon as I'm on my feet again I shall run up there."
"But you've given your promise not to tell, remember."
"Yes, yes, I know. I shan't tell, of course. But I can bring back something, I'm sure, that will—will cause this stubborn young woman to change her mind."
"I doubt it. Helen says she's not ready to go back yet, anyway."
"Not sufficiently 'improved,' I suppose," laughed the doctor, a little grimly.
"Perhaps. Then, too, she has other plans all made."
"Oh, she has!"
"Yes. She's going abroad. Do you remember Angie Reynolds?—Angie Ried, you know—married Ned Reynolds."
"Well, they're going abroad for some years—some business for the firm, I believe. Anyway, Ned will have to be months at a time in different cities, and Angie and little Gladys are going with him. They have asked Helen and Betty to go, too; and Helen has agreed to go."