“Do you really believe she could sleep naturally again if there were thunderstorms at night? Do you really believe it?”
“Why—yes. I know it to be a fact, Miss Laura. And so does the doctor. With my daughter it is a proven fact. Even when she was a girl she could always sleep calmly if the rain pattered on the roof. There’s nothing more soothing for the nervous patient.”
“Then, Colonel, I’ve got an idea!” gasped Laura.
“I hope it is as good an idea as that one you had the day the man got caught on St. Cecelia’s steeple,” laughed the Colonel.
“It is as good a one,” declared Laura, very earnestly.
“Do you mean something about Mrs. Kerrick?” he asked, more eagerly.
“Yes, sir. Something to help her sleep.”
“Have you got influence enough with the weather bureau to bring a storm when none is forecast?” he asked, rather whimsically.
“It will amount to the same, sir. I want to try. May I?”
“I don’t know what you mean, Miss Laura,”