"You ought to take better care of your wife, Greg," was Doctor Valentine's quiet almost smiling answer to this. "You'll have her sick next!"
"How is he?" Rachael whispered, as the newcomer bent over the baby. There was a silence.
"Well, my dear," said Doctor Valentine, as he straightened himself, "I believe this little chap has decided to remain with us a little while. Very--much--better!"
Rachael tried to smile, but burst out crying instead, and clung to her husband's shoulder.
"Let him have his sleep out, Miss Snow," said the doctor, "and then sponge him off and try him with food!"
"Oh--yes--yes--yes!" the baby's mother said eagerly, drying her eyes. "And you'll be back later, George?"
"Not unless you telephone me, and I don't think you'll have to," George Valentine said. Rachael's face grew radiant with joy.
"Oh, George, then he is better!" She was breathing like a runner.
"Better! I think he'll be himself to-morrow. Console yourself, my dear Rachael, with the thought that you'll go through this a hundred times with every one of your children!"
"Oh, what a world!" Rachael said, half laughing and half sighing. But later she said to Warren, "Yet isn't it deliciously worth while!"