Before dinner the
entire household was grouped about the fire, Doctor Churchill having
just come in, after one of his busiest days.
"Been out to the hospital again, Cousin Andy?" Ran asked.
"Yes; twice since the noon visit."
"How was the little boy with the broken waist?
"Fractured hip? Just about as you saw him. He's got to be patient a good
while before he can walk again, and these first few days are hard. He
asked me when you would come again."
"Oh, I'll go to-morrow!" cried Randolph, sitting up very straight on his
cushion. "And I'll take him a book I've got, with splendid pictures."
"Good!" Doctor Churchill laid a hand on the boy's thick locks. "That
will please him immensely."
Mrs. Peyton was looking at him with dismay. "Do I understand you have
taken him to a hospital?" she asked.
Doctor Churchill nodded. "To the boys' surgical ward. Nothing contagious
admitted to the hospital. It's a wonderful pleasure to the little chaps
to see a boy from outside, and Ran enjoyed it, too, didn't you?"
"Oh, it was jolly!" said the boy.
"I shouldn't think that was exactly the word to describe such a spot,"
said Mrs.
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