Theo's eyes sparkled.
"My, but won't it seem good!" he sighed.
"I am sure it will," answered the Doctor. "You have been very patient, Theo."
"Going to get the invalid up, Doctor?" questioned Mr. Croyden, who had just poked his head in at the door.
"Yes, just as soon as the crutches I have ordered from New York arrive."
Mr. Croyden looked rueful.
"That means I shall be losing my lecture audience," he mourned playfully. "You will no longer be a spoiled child, Theo, after those crutches come. We shan't serve all your meals in your room, nor give you the biggest fish in the catch. You will have to come down to common fare like the rest of us."
"You won't find me doing any fussing on that score," laughed Theo. "As for the lectures—why, I have a season ticket, and shall expect a lecture every day."
"Mercy on us!" gasped Mr. Croyden. "Do you realize, young man, that I came into these woods to rest? If I am to make pottery and porcelain with you every day I might just as well be at home.
Nevertheless it was plain that the elder man was pleased.