"No. It seems to be joining up in first-class style now."
"Concussion all gone?"
Philip knuckled his head vigorously all over, to show that his skull was once more free from dents.
"In that case," announced Peggy, "I may possibly let you have some letters to read. But I shall wait until the doctor has seen you."
Philip, who had no desire whatever to receive letters,—nor would have, until Fate separated him again from Miss Peggy Falconer,—thanked his hostess meekly, and proceeded to decapitate an egg.
"Do you feel strong enough to receive a visitor to-day?" continued Peggy.
"Who? Tim?"
"I didn't mean Tim, though I haven't the slightest doubt that he will call," said Peggy, with an enigmatic smile. "This is a new visitor—Miss Leslie. She used to be mother's greatest friend, and—and she has always been very good to me. I should like you to know her."
At this point the conversation was interrupted by a roar from the foot of the stairs.
"That is Dad," explained Peggy, quite needlessly.