They liked it."
"Nevertheless, Randolph is of a very sensitive and delicate make-up,"
pursued his mother, "and I don't think such associations good for him.
He moaned in his sleep last night, and I couldn't think what it could
be."
"It couldn't have been the candy we made this afternoon, could it,
Cousin Lula?" Charlotte asked, in her gentlest way. A comprehending
smile touched the corners of Doctor Churchill's lips.
"Why, of course not!" said Mrs. Peyton, quickly. "Candy made this
afternoon--how absurd, Charlotte! It was last night his sleep was
disturbed."
"But the hospital visit was this morning," Charlotte said. "I should
think the one might as easily be responsible as the other."
Mrs. Peyton looked confused. "I understood you to say the visit to the
hospital occurred yesterday," she said, with dignity, and Doctor
Churchill smothered his amusement. "I certainly do not approve of taking
children to such places," she repeated.
Charlotte adroitly turned the conversation into other channels, and
nothing more was said about hospitals just then. Only the boy, when he
had a chance, whispered in Doctor Churchill's ear:
"You just wait.
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