CHAPTER XI
THE TREASURE ROOM
They took Billy to Mr. Prescott’s house in his machine. They had to take a good many pillows and they planned to take an extra nurse, but the young doctor said that he was going up that way, and could just as well help.
Billy and the doctor were getting to be very good friends.
“He’s different,” Billy had confided to Uncle John, “but I like him a lot.”
“Nice people often are different,” said Uncle John.
Billy was so much better that he had some fun, while they were putting him into the auto, about his “stiff half,” as he called his left side.
“You just wait till I get that arm and that leg to working,” he said. “They’ll have to work over time.”
They put him in a large room with broad windows, where he could look down on the river and across at the mountains. There was a large brass bed in the room, but Mr. Prescott had had a hospital bed sent up.