“So do we,” came from Tom, as he and Sid continued on to their room.
It was half an hour before Phil came in, and the time seemed three times as long to the two chums in their new apartment. When he entered the room both gazed apprehensively at him. There was a different look on Phil’s face than there had been.
“Well?” asked Tom, and his voice seemed very loud.
“Dad doesn’t want me to come,” was Phil’s answer.
“Not come—why? Is it too——”
“Well, they’ve decided to postpone the operation,” went on Phil. “It seems that she’s a little better, and there may be a chance. Anyhow, dad thinks if sis and I came down it would only worry mother, and make her think she was getting worse, and that would be bad. So I’ll not go to Florida.”
“Then it’s good news?” asked Sid.
“Yes, much better than I dared to hope. Maybe she’ll get well without an operation. I feel fine, now. I’m going over to Fairview and tell my sister. Dad asked me to let her know. I feel ten years younger, fellows!”
“So do we!” cried Tom, and he seized his chum’s hand.