A Great Success
Eloise was watching from the piazza of the hotel, and, when he came in sight, she went up the road to meet him.
"Oh, Allan," she cried, breathlessly, as she saw the crutches. "Is she——?"
"She's all right. It's one of the most successful operations ever done in that line, even if I do say it as shouldn't."
"Of course," smiled Eloise, looking up at him fondly. "I know that."
They walked together down to the shore, followed by the deep and open interest of the rocking-chair brigade, marshalled twenty strong, on the hotel veranda. It was October and the children had all been taken back to school. The exquisite peace of the place was a thing to dream about and be spoken of only in reverent whispers.
The tide was going out. Allan hurled one of the crutches far out to sea. "They've worked faithfully and long," he said, "and they deserve a little jaunt to Europe. Here goes."
He was about to throw the other, but Eloise took it from him. "Let me," she suggested. "I'd love to throw a crutch over to Europe."