“If Lance is working here in New York I do not believe he is so unhappy as Don and I usually think he is.”
Nothing save luncheon and placing their suitcases in their room kept the two girls from going directly to Kara.
Tory had written her to say they would appear early in the afternoon.
The hospital was some distance uptown, but they reached it in an amazingly short time by the subway.
Mr. Fenton escorted the girls, but left them at the hospital entrance, promising to return later.
Tory’s arms were filled with red roses she had purchased from the florist on the corner after they left the subway. Dorothy’s gift was more modest, a bunch of claret-colored grapes.
Nevertheless, at the threshold of the hospital the girls halted.
“I don’t know exactly why, but I rather dread going in, don’t you, Tory?” Dorothy murmured. “Oh, well, I presume you are not so stupid! For a doctor’s daughter, I am singularly nervous about illness. And I never have grown accustomed to the thought of Kara’s misfortune.”
The other girl shook her head.
“Let’s not talk of it now. Kara is waiting and might guess how we feel.”