“Is there a garden?” interrupted Billy, eagerly.
“There’s a garden,” Mr. Prescott went on, in his steady, even tone, “down behind this house, and I have decided to give a garden party. Are there any ladies that you would like to invite?”
“All the ladies that I have in the world,” said Billy, soberly, “are Aunt Mary and Miss King.”
“Then invite them,” said Mr. Prescott. “I think that, now you’re well——”
Billy waved his arm, and thrust out his foot.
“Now you are well,” continued Mr. Prescott, “it will be a good plan for you to have some company.”
“When’s that party going to be?” asked Billy, very eagerly.
“I thought,” answered Mr. Prescott, “that perhaps we could manage it for to-morrow.
“Do you think it will be best to have the ladies alone, or shall we invite some men?”
“All the men I have,” said Billy, “are Uncle John and the young doctor and Mr. Thomas Murphy.”