"Dear old dear!"
"Yes, I am. And Tumpany wants to see you. Will you see him? Dr. Morton Sims won't be here for another half hour."
"Yes, I'll have Tumpany up. Best chap I know, Tumpany is. But why's the doctor coming? My head's healed up all right now."
There was a whimsical note in his voice as he asked the question.
"You know, darling! He wants to have a long talk with you."
"Apropos of the reformation stakes I suppose."
"To give you back your wonderful brain in peace, darling!" she answered, bending down, catching him to her breast in her sweet arms.
". . . Gillie! Gillie! I love you so!"
"And now suppose you send up Tumpany, dear."
"Yes, at once."