The Polish maid who answered his ring told him, with hesitation and many gestures, “Doctor not home—dinner—he go!”
“What shall I do?” involuntarily passed the boy’s lips.
“What is it, Mary?” A lady was coming downstairs.
“I wanted to see the doctor, and find out how my mother is!” Blue cried eagerly.
“Dr. Hudson will be back in a short time, I think. Will you come in and wait?”
The sympathetic voice and manner were winning, and Blue was soon seated in the physician’s office, answering the lady’s questions and telling his story.
“We need not wait for Doctor,” Mrs. Hudson decided. “I think we can find out now.”
She crossed to the telephone, and Blue sat tense, his heart quickening, as she called the hospital number and gave her inquiry. What would be the answer?
A happy “She’s all right!” was flung in his direction; then the telephoning continued.
Before the boy had recovered his poise, the doctor’s wife was at his side.