"Hitch her up to my buggy, then, right away. I want you to drive me."
The old darky looked puzzled, but Mrs. Crittenden, still with the idea of humouring him, nodded for him to obey, and the old man turned toward the stable.
"Yessuh—right away, suh."
"Where's Basil, mother?"
Phyllis turned her face quickly.
"He'll be here soon," said his mother, with a smile.
The doctor looked at his flushed face.
"Come on, my boy," he said, firmly. "You must get out of the sun."
Crittenden shook his head.
"Mother, have I ever done anything that you asked me not to do?"