Larry went home, all excited over the prospects of his trip. It was the biggest thing he had yet been assigned to do in newspaper work, and he felt that it might be the stepping stone to a larger field.
“You’ll be careful now, won’t you, Larry?” his mother pleaded as she packed a valise of clothes for him, since Mr. Emberg had said the trip would probably last several days.
“I will, mother,” promised the boy.
“Write every day,” Mrs. Dexter continued, “and let us know how you are getting on.”
“Do you think Lucy will be all right?” asked Larry.
“I think so,” said the nurse, who had come into the room. “Her general health is much better, though of course we cannot tell about the main thing; that is, whether she will walk again.”
Larry went into the room to bid his sister good-bye. Lucy was stretched out in bed, her limbs and back held rigid by the heavy plaster cast. She smiled at her brother.
“So you’re going to run away and leave me?” she said in a joking tone.
“I’ll come back whenever you send for me,” spoke Larry.
“When you come back perhaps I’ll be walking around,” said the girl with a smile.