"Well, you must let me think it over," replied the doctor in his most serious manner, but he smiled as he shut the library door.
An evening shortly afterwards Dr. Norman again called on old Mr. Waldron. He found his patient much better, and seated at his writing-table, from which he glanced up quite briskly to inquire—
"Well, have you brought our queer little friend again?"
"Not this time, but I have come to know if you will help me."
"Got some interesting boy up your sleeve this time, have you?"
"No, only the same girl. I want to cure her lameness."
"Is that possible?"
"I believe quite possible, but it will mean an operation and probably a slow recovery."
"You don't want me to operate, I suppose?"
The doctor smiled. "Only as friend and helper. I will do the deed myself."