[Right-justify] "George."
*****
"Well, little Betty, I guess you're almost well now, and I must end this long, pleasant vacation," said Dr. Cadman as they walked along one of Ephraim's country roads.
Betty looked up with troubled eyes.
"You don't mean you're going to leave us—yet?"
"Why girlie, I only intended to stay until you were well! What will all the sick people do in New York?" he asked playfully.
But Betty hung her head and walked on in silence.
Dr. Cadman loved children and he had learned to love this little "Mormon" girl. He saw her disappointment, and was sorry.
"Now Betty, dear," he said, taking her hand tenderly, "We're awfully good friends, aren't we? You know, Uncle Sam has a post-office, and you'll write letters to me and I'll answer everyone,—until we meet again."
"Oh, will you?" eagerly asked Betty, looking up with one of her sudden sunny smiles, "It won't be quite so bad then."