The doctor looked at him a minute, then he said:
“Nurse, to-morrow this young chap may have company for half an hour.”
“I’m glad to hear that, doctor,” said the nurse. “I’ll go right away to tell Mr. Prescott. He’s fairly worn me out with telephoning to know when we would let him come.”
At ten o’clock the next morning Mr. Prescott came.
After he had answered Billy’s questions about the fire, and had told him that the new roof was almost finished, he took a newspaper out of his pocket.
He folded it across, then down on both sides, and held it up in front of Billy.
There it was, in big head-lines:
“Billy Bradford Saves Prescott Mill”
Then Mr. Prescott read him what the paper said. They had even put in about finding him with the flowers in his buttonhole.
“Those,” interrupted Billy, “were Miss King’s flowers.”