“Helen,” said the doctor, in a decided tone. “We must have no half measures, my dear; I mean to carry out my plan in its entirety.”
“Very well, papa,” said Helen quietly; and then to herself, “It is only for a few days.”
“Now, then,” said the doctor, “clothes. Ring that bell, Dexter.”
The boy ran so eagerly to the bell that he knocked over a light chair, and left it on the floor till he had rung.
“Oh, I say,” he exclaimed; “they go over a deal easier than our forms.”
“Never mind the forms now, Dexter. I want you to forget all about the old school.”
“Forget it?” said the boy, with his white forehead puckering up.
“Yes, and all belonging to it. You are now going to be my son.”
“But I shall want to go and see the boys sometimes.”
“No, sir; you will not.”