Helen was silent for a moment or two, and then she moved toward the door.
“Where are you going!” said the doctor sharply.
“To make preparations, and warn Mrs Millett. He must have a good box of clothes and linen.”
“To be sure, of course,” said the doctor. “Get whatever is necessary. It is the right thing, my dear, and the boy shall go at once.”
The doctor was so energetic and determined that matters progressed very rapidly, and the clothes and other necessaries increased at such a rate in Dexter’s room that most boys would have been in a state of intense excitement.
Dexter was not, and he avoided the house as much as he could, spending a great deal of time in the garden and stables.
“So they’re going to send you off to school, eh, Master Dexter?” said Peter, pausing to rest on his broom-handle.
“Yes, Peter.”
“And you don’t want to go? No wonder! I never liked school. Never had much on it, neither; but I know all I want.”
“Hullo!” said a voice behind them; and, turning, Dexter saw Dan’l standing behind him, with the first dawn of a smile, on his face.