"Do you know of anything we can do for him?"
"What do you think of doing?" said Jack.
"If money was wanted," said Ned, and the tears started in his eyes, "I could work on Aunt Mercy's feelings and get him any amount."
Jack drummed with his fingers on the arm of his chair, and said nothing for some minutes. Then he spoke slowly.
"I doubt if the family would accept a gift of money from any source."
"Couldn't I, at least, pay the doctor's bill?" said Ned.
"You might," said Jack.
"Yes, of course," said Ned; "I can go to the doctor privately, and tell him not to charge them a cent, and Aunt Mercy'll pay him. That's the way to do it. What doctor do they have?"
"Dr. Grill."
"Dr. Grill!" Ned repeated in astonishment. "Why, Dr. Grill doesn't know anything at all. Father says somebody said if a sick man was made of glass, and had a Drummond light in his stomach, Dr. Grill couldn't see what ailed him."