“Why—there wasn’t anything else to do!”

“No. But we don’t all do the only thing.”

“I guess anyone would—with her.”

“With her?” exclaimed Barnes. “Well, I don’t know but what you’re right. Perhaps we all would—with her.”

He led him to a sofa and made him lie down.

From above came the imperious tinkle of the silver bell.

“There he goes!” exclaimed Barnes. “I wondered how long it would take him to smell out this.”

He hurried upstairs where he found the old gentleman upon his elbow, his eyes turned towards Eleanor’s room.

CHAPTER XVIII
WHAT MAKES A PRODIGAL

Dr. Merriweather reported that Miss Van Patten had escaped with nothing worse than bruises and a wrenched ankle.