“Yes. As I have said in my letter to you, it will be a big lift.”
“Have you any idea what you will do when you get well?”
“Not exactly. It depends on how much money I can get together. I’ll have a big doctor’s bill to pay, remember. And I don’t think my foot will ever be as strong as it once was.”
Ruth and little Georgie wanted to see Frank, and he told them of what luck he had had since he had been home before.
“Oh, isn’t it just splendid!” cried Ruth.
“I’m going to be a book agent when I’m as big as Frank,” came from our hero’s little brother.
“And how are you getting along in school?” asked Frank.
“My card averaged ninety-four last month,” said Ruth.
“I’m next to the top of the class,” said little Georgie.
“That’s good. Get all the education you can, for that is what counts—I’ve found that out.”