“I don’t know. He’s pretty bad, Billy says.”
“Doctor seen him yet?”
“He’s on the way now. I want you to take me to him, Justin.”
“Take you? What for?”
“To nurse him.”
He smiled, the superior smile of one prepared to argue away the foolish fancies of a girl.
“Is your father home yet?”
“No. He’ll be back to-morrow. Why?”
“Because, dear girl, you can’t go farther. In the first place, it’s not necessary. I’ll do all that can be done for Hollister. The trip from here won’t be a picnic.”
“I’ve brought my skis. I can get in all right,” she protested eagerly.