“Do you think it can be done?” asked Mr. Brown.
“I’m sure it can,” answered the old man. “When I had my Tanza—but what’s the use of talking about that?” and he sighed and seemed more gloomy than at first.
However, Bunny and Sue did not notice this very much and their father was glad, for he did not want them to see the gloomy side of hospital life.
Bunny put Patter through a few more tricks, to the delight of the patients in the sun parlor, and then it was time to go.
“I’ll come again in a few days and see how you are,” said Mr. Brown to Mr. Stern, when taking leave. “And when you are able to work I’ll see that you get a place.”
“I don’t believe I’m good for much except the circus or show business,” was his reply.
“Well, we’ll see about that,” said the children’s father.
“Please come again and bring your dog,” begged the boy with the broken arm.
“And maybe I’ll have my doll when you come next time,” said the little lame girl. “Then I’ll show you how she says her prayers. But she doesn’t bark like a dog,” she added, with a laugh at Mr. Brown.
“All right!” he chuckled. “We’ll come again.”