“No, father; I’ve been up to the house, and they said he had gone out.”
“There, go and get mended; and you may as well leave this medicine for me at James Carnach’s. It will be ready for you by the time your mother has done.”
“Yes, father—I’ll come,” cried the boy; and he hurried out of the surgery.
“Ah!” said the Doctor, “you undo all my work by your foolish indulgence.”
Mrs Burnet smiled.
“I should be very miserable,” she said, “if I could feel that all you say is true.”
“But see what a reckless young rascal he grows.”
“No, I cannot see that, dear,” replied Mrs Burnet. “He is a thorough, natural boy, and I am glad to find him so fond of outdoor life.”
“And not of his studies?”
“He works very hard at them, dear; and I’m sure you want to see him grow up manly.”