"Bully!" shouted Indiana, throwing her muff up in the air, and catching it deftly.
"I thought you'd like it," said Stillwater, chuckling.
"What did the doctor say, pa?" said Indiana breathlessly. "What did he say was the matter with you? Tell me—you must tell me."
"Now, Indiana, give me a chance. I'm going to tell you. Didn't I start to give away the whole snap?"
"But you're taking such a long time, pa," she said, tapping the floor of the hansom nervously.
"Well, when it comes down to it, there isn't much the matter with me," answered Stillwater reassuringly. "He said something about a torpid liver."
"Torpid liver!" echoed Indiana, looking as if she were just brought face to face with the great calamity of her life.
"Now, that's what I was afraid of," said Stillwater. "Please don't go on like that before your ma, Indiana. It's not serious."
"No?" echoed Indiana helplessly.
"Why, it's nothing at all," Stillwater laughed hilariously. "Torpid livers—people have them every day."