"Sure! You could pay back in no time after you got strong. That would be a cinch! It might even be that you could help Mother Marshall about something in the house pretty soon. And I'm sure you'll find she just needs you. Now suppose we write up that telegram. There's no need to keep the dear lady waiting any longer."
"He thinks I really ought to go," said Bonnie to the nurse, who had just returned.
"Didn't I tell you so, dear?" said the nurse.
"How soon would the doctor let her travel?" asked Courtland.
"Why, I'll go ask him. You want to put it in your message, don't you?"
"She's a dear!" said Bonnie, with a tender look after her.
"Isn't she a peach!" seconded Courtland, enthusiastically.
The nurse was back almost at once, reporting that Bonnie might travel by the middle of the week if all went well.
"But could I get ready to go so soon?" said the girl, a shade of trouble coming into her eyes. "I must go back and pack up my things, you know, and clean the room."
Courtland and the nurse exchanged meaningful glances.