“Probably he isn’t making a fortune, then,” he smiled. “I wish the child was up there with him. But I don’t see why you can’t take her along with you. It will be better than any tonic I could give her.”
“To Overlook? Oh, I wish I could!”
“Why can’t you?”
“In the first place, I didn’t suppose they’d let her go, and then when I heard how weak she is I thought it wouldn’t be of any use even to think of it.”
“’Twon’t hurt her a mite—do her good.”
“You think she can bear that long trip?”
The Doctor nodded. “She might have to lie down on the way, but that would be easy enough.”
Polly’s face had grown very bright. “I should love to have her with us,” she responded. “What did they say? Or didn’t you speak of it?”
Dr. Dudley shook his head. “I said nothing of Overlook. Probably they will be glad to have her go; they ought to be. You’d better see Mrs. Edmonson at once. The time is getting short.”
Dolly’s aunt did not receive the proposition as gladly as had been expected.