“Now, brother,” said Miss Jemima, “you must take some rest, or we shall have you ill again.”
“Not much danger of that!” replied “Cobbler” Horn, smiling. “I think, please God, I’ve found a better medicine now, than all the doctors in the world could give me.”
“Yes; but you are excited, and the reaction will come, if you do not take care.”
“Well, perhaps you are right, Jemima. But first, don’t you think she had better be out of the way when Mr. and Mrs. Burton come?”
“Yes, I’ve thought of that; she can take that poor girl along the road for a drive.”
“A capital idea. Have it arranged, Jemima.”
“Very well. I’ll go and see about it at once; and you get to sleep.”
CHAPTER XLI.
NO ROOM FOR DOUBT!