"Oh, I'll take you up."
Doctor Galen came out after about half an hour. "Now, Sally," he said cheerfully, "we'll have her all right again, in time. It may take quite a long time, so don't you get impatient if it seems slow, will you, Sally?"
"I'll try not to." Her lip quivered and she began to sob.
"I'm c—crying bec—cause I'm g—glad." Then her sobs stopped suddenly and she looked up at the doctor; but the tears rolled down her cheeks. "Mother can't hear me?"
"No, you blessed child. You come with me, Sally, and cry as much as you like. It'll do you good. And I'll stay until you get through."
So it happened that Fox found them behind a big tree, out of sight from the house, Sally contentedly crying into the doctor's coat. Henrietta had gone on.
"She's all right, Mr. Sanderson. It has done her good to cry. I think she's about through, now."
Sally stopped crying and smiled at them both. "I'm so glad, Fox," she said.
Fox looked inquiringly at the doctor. "Your opinion, then, is that she will get well?"
"Yes, if there are no complications. I shouldn't expect any."