“And you will write to me once a week?”
“Yes, mamma,” with two little quivers.
“And you will do just as Sister Julia tells you?”
“Yes,” and with a great sob Regie hid his face on her shoulder.
“Why, Rex darling, do you really care so much?” said Mrs. Fairfax, with tears in her own eyes. “Well, I am proud that you do, and you will be all the more glad to have us home again. In the meantime, you will be very happy in this dear little home with Harry and Nan.”
“Yes, I know I will,” said Regie, with a shadow of a smile.
“And your little crutches will be hanging on the wall long before that time, because you will have no further need of them.”
“Yes, I know,” said Regie, with a face almost wreathed in smiles at the thought, as he scrambled into bed.
Then Mr. Fairfax ran up the little flight, two steps at a time, to bid him good-bye.
There was considerable whispering and hugging between the little fellow inside the bed and the big fellow outside, and then in another moment Papa Fairfax was gone.