"Aren't you glad?" asked Doctor Allan, in surprise.
"Yes," answered Barbara, with difficulty. "Indeed, yes. I was just thinking."
"A penny for your thoughts," he smiled.
"Are they going to take off the bandages there at the hospital?"
"Why, yes—of course."
"They mustn't!" cried Barbara, sitting up in bed. "Or, if they have to, I must go there. Doctor Conrad, I must see my father before he regains his sight."
"Why?" asked Allan. "Don't cry, little girl—tell me."
His voice was very soothing, and, as he spoke, he took hold of her fluttering hands. The strong clasp was friendly and reassuring.
"Because I've lied to him," sobbed Barbara.