"He's asleep, Indiana," said Mrs. Bunker, with a peal of laughter.
"He is not," said Indiana indignantly. "He's only making believe—" She bent down and looked in his face. "You're not asleep, are you, pa?"
"No, of course not; who said I was?" He sat up rubbing his eyes. "Did you get it all off your mind, Indy?"
"You heard what I said, pa?"
"Certainly; it was fine. You must write it down for me some day, Indy."
"Would you close your ears and eyes to the still, small voice," said Indiana, jumping upon a chair and declaiming in approved pulpit fashion. "The voice which says, 'Go not in the by-ways. There are snares and quick-sands. Follow in the open road, the path of truth and righteousness.' I want to know if you're going to a doctor?"
"Well, I suppose I must, if I want some peace in life."
"No ordinary doctor, you must consult a specialist." She looked around triumphantly.
Her mother smiled on her in loving approval.
"A specialist for what, Indy?" Stillwater asked drily.