“I was right?”
“You always are, my dear.”
“And you will not send him back to the Union schools!”
“Send him back!” said the doctor contemptuously.
“Nor have him apprenticed?” said Helen, with a laughing light in her eyes.
“Have him ap— Now that’s too bad, my dear,” cried the doctor. “Danby will laugh at me enough. You need not join in. Poor boy! I’m glad I went up.”
There was a pause, during which the doctor sat back in his chair.
“Do you know, my dear, I don’t feel very sorry that the young dog went off.”
“Not feel sorry, papa!”
“No, my dear. It shows that the young rascal has plenty of energy and spirit and determination.”