The blind man's fine old face illumined with pleasure. "I should like it very much," he said. "It is a long time since I had have a drive."
"It's more like a walk," laughed Allan, as they went out, "with this horse."
"We sold our horses many years ago," the old man explained, as he climbed in. "Miriam is afraid of horses and Barbara said she did not care to go. I thought the open air and the slight exercise would be good for her, but she insisted upon my selling them."
About Barbara
"It is about Barbara that I wished to speak," said Allan. "With your consent, I should like to make a thorough examination and see whether an operation would not do away with her crutches entirely."
"It is no use," sighed North, wearily. "We went everywhere and did everything, long ago. There is nothing that can be done."
"But there may be," insisted Allan. "We have learned much, in my profession, in the last twenty years. May I try?"
"You're asking me if you can hurt my baby?"
"Not to hurt her more than is necessary to heal. Understand me, I do not know but what you are right, but I hope, and believe, that there may be a chance."