"Well, what else?" said Indiana.
"Oh, lots," answered Stillwater confidentially.
"Tell me this minute; I must know. Don't you try and keep anything from me, pa."
"Indiana, will you give me a chance? Sit down! You'll be out of this hansom in a minute. Something about digestion. That don't amount to anything."
Indiana sank back with a sigh of relief.
"And something about nerves—says I must throw up business, that's all it amounts to, for a few months."
"Then you'll be cured?"
"Positively."
"Then you shall, pop—you shall; do you hear me?"
"Now, Indiana, what's the use of your taking the reins and whipping up like that? I've told you what I reckon to do. Didn't I broach the subject of a sailing trip?"