“True. But I can’t afford to lay around the house for six months.”
At this the physician shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s the best I can do, Mr. Hardy.”
“Oh, it is not your fault, doctor. But——” Mr. Hardy paused.
“You are thinking of your store?”
“Yes.”
“It is a pity your son, Frank, isn’t older. He might be able to run it for you.”
“Unfortunately, Frank knows little or nothing about the business. I have kept him at school.”
“Perhaps you can get a good man to run it for you.”
“Perhaps. I don’t know what I’ll do yet.”