"No. She seems sincere, though. As you say, Mr. Robinson, with his business connections, will be the best one at that end of it."
"Poor girl," murmured Cora. "I do hope we can help her."
"She has been helped already," the physician informed her. "And, if I am any judge by the past activities of the motor girls, she is in for a great deal more of help in the future," and he laughed and pinched Cora's tanned check.
"Will you need to see Jack again?" asked his mother.
"Not until just before he goes away. The less medicine he takes the better, though I'll leave a simple bromide mixture for those shrieking nerves of his—they will cry out once in a while—the ends are all bare—they need padding with new thoughts. Get him away as soon as you can."
It was a new problem for the Kimball family to solve, but they were equal to it. Fortunately, money matters did not stand in the road, and since Jack was not to keep up his studies, and since Cora had "finished," there were no ties of location to hinder.
"I guess we'll all have to go away," sighed Mrs. Kimball. "I had rather counted on a quiet winter in Chelton, but of course now we can't have it."
"Perhaps it will be all for the best," suggested Cora. "If Bess and
Belle are going away, I won't have any fun here alone."
A little silence followed this remark. The Robinson twins, who had just come back for an evening call, sat looking at each other. Between them they seemed to hide some secret.
"You tell her, Bess," suggested Belle.