“Well, now about Mrs. Freer. I think she’s going to pull through without lung complications. It’s a bit early yet to say for sure. I’m going back this evening at ten, and if you’re interested enough to call me up by ’phone at about half-past, I’ll tell you what there is to tell.”
“Thank you, doctor,” answered Hansel gratefully, “I’ll do that.”
“All right; call 48-3.”
“Do you think she ought to have a nurse, sir?” asked Hansel presently.
“Um-m; she could use one, but I guess they can’t afford it, or think they can’t. The boy does pretty well—if he doesn’t give out.”
“Is there a nurse they could get if—if they decided they wanted one?”
“Yes, Mrs. Whitney, on Arlington Street, would be just the person for them. I don’t think she’s engaged just now, either.”
“Thank you, sir. If you’ll pull up I’ll get out here, I guess.”
“Oh, all right. Call me up to-night, eh? Glad to have met you. Good-by!”
Hansel hurried back to the academy and sought Harry on the green. Taking him aside he told about Phin’s predicament.