At that, he laughed outright. "It's because I am her brother, I expect," he answered simply.
"O, are you Dr. Dick?" she cried eagerly.
"Yes," he replied. "They told me you could not come to our party, so I have brought the party to you,—a bit of it, at least."
Fishing into the depths of his great pockets, he brought forth a marvelous array of cakes, candies, nuts and pop-corn, finally producing what looked to be a scarlet carnation in a tiny plantpot of rich loam, but upon investigation Peace found that her little nosegay was merely a flower thrust into a mound of chocolate ice-cream; and her delight made her forget her pain for a moment.
"You're a reg'lar Santy Claus," she giggled. "Did you come down the chimbley? I never heard the door bell."
"O, I met Prexy on the steps and he told me where to find you, so I came right up without further invitation." He did not add that for more than an hour he had been closeted with Dr. Campbell in the parsonage study, where the anxious President had sought him to learn if there could be any hope for their little Peace.
"I s'pose the door is a safer way of getting into houses than falling down chimbleys would be," said the girl, pleased with her own fancies. "But it would have seemed a little realer if you had tumbled out of the fireplace. Where is your pack, and what have you brought for me?"
"What would you like best?" he parried, studying the drawn face among the pillows.
"O, let me see—A new back, I guess," she sighed ruefully, as a sharp twinge of pain recalled her to her surroundings and caused her to writhe in agony, "and a pair of legs to match. You are a sure-enough doctor, ain't you? Can't you mend me up again? The other doctors' job didn't last very long."
"Perhaps if you will let me rub the little back—"