More time passed.
Suddenly the sharp and unmistakable sound of gravel being flung against the window forced the young lady to go to ascertain what was the matter.
On looking out, she saw what caused her to utter an amazed exclamation.
Mrs. Cameron, very red in the face, and holding the lost Scorpion in one encircling arm, while the other was thrown firmly round a most sulky-looking David; Firefly, pale and with traces of tears on her face; Flower, looking excited and eager—all stood under the window. This group were loud in demanding instant admission to the Doctor’s room.
“What is it, what is it?” questioned the patient from the bed.
“Oh, you are not strong enough to see them, father.”
“To see whom?”
“Aunt Maria—Scorpion—the children.”
“Yes, I am quite strong enough. Let them come up at once.”