“Did you see the doctor?”
“Yes.”
“What did he say?”
She had been trying ever since to forget what the doctor said.
“Oh! He said something about a specialist. They have to say something.”
“You—wouldn’t mind going to the specialist?”
“No; but we can’t think of it now. I don’t feel bad at all. You see I have everything so comfortable since you fixed the house.”
Billy had the happy faculty of making his decisions quickly under pressure.
“But why can’t we go to the specialist now?” he persisted quietly. “I’m not going away again till you’re better. There’s the money for the next term; we’ll use that. Then I’ll be here. I can surely make things a little better in some ways.”
“Oh, no,” she protested in alarm. “You mustn’t think of that. I want to see you get through. If it was the money, there’s some in the bank, but——”