“You should go to America, John, where so many are going these days,” said the minister.
Mrs Beaton looked from one to the other with appealing eyes; and seeing this, John said nothing. Not a word more was spoken on the subject that day nor the next. On the third, as they sat together by the fireside in the gloaming, Mrs Beaton said:
“Well, John, what do you think?”
“Well, mother, I think the worst is over. I am growing stronger every day.”
His mother smiled and shook her head.
“You havena won far on yet,” said she. “But it was about the voyage to America that I was wishing to hear.”
“It might do me good, but it is not absolutely necessary, I suppose.”
“You might take a voyage without going so far as America.”
“Yes, that is true.”
“And the sooner the better for us both,” said his mother, after a pause.