He smiled and pushed his spectacles up on his forehead.
"You haven't told me this exciting piece of news, though—the wonderful information that was the cause of this disturbance of the peace."
"Mother was coming to tell you—that is, to ask you about it. It depends on you, you see." And Blanche looked up into the doctor's face.
Marjory stood by, a silent listener. She quite expected a scolding, and was amazed at Blanche's boldness.
"Well, suppose you tell me, now you are here."
Blanche looked again at the doctor. She was afraid that this might not be a very good time to make her request. She could not quite tell by his face what he was thinking, but she took courage and said,—
"Father wants mother to go to London with him for a few days, and she says she will if you will be so good as to let me come and stay with Marjory."
"What! A noisy little person like you!" The doctor was only in fun, but Blanche's face fell, and her eyes slowly filled with tears.
Marjory spoke up. "O uncle, she isn't really noisy. I made just as much noise as she did; and if only you will say yes, we will promise to be very quiet.—Won't we, Blanche?"
"Yes," faltered Blanche.