"To London, and then to the seaside with the Foresters. You would like to go with them, wouldn't you?"
"And leave you alone here? No, I don't want to go away," she pleaded.
"Dr. Morison thinks it would be good for you."
"Dr. Morison knows nothing at all about it," said naughty Marjory. "I won't go. I don't want to go away from you."
Her uncle kissed her.
"My dear child," he said, "I am going away myself abroad, to America, and these good people have promised to take care of you until I come back." And he watched Marjory's face.
"To America!" she repeated, much surprised. "O uncle, what for?"
For one brief moment she thought of her father. Could the doctor be going to find him? But the answer came,—
"There is a science congress to be held in New York which I should very much like to attend; and there will be one or two men there who are studying the same subjects as I am, with whom I wish to compare notes. Will you allow me to go, little one?"
"I suppose I must," grudgingly.