Dr. Fisher looked into his wife"s eyes and smiled. "I believe you brought me," the smile said. But he kept his tongue still.
"And you must get accustomed to seeing suffering that you can"t help.
Why, man alive, the town"s full of it; you can"t expect to stop it alone."
"I"ll do what I can to help," said the little doctor between his teeth, and taking a long draught of the coffee his wife put by his plate. "I suppose there"s no objection to that. Now, that"s good," smacking his lips in a pleased way.
"Of course not, if you help in the right way," said old Mr. King stoutly, "but I"ll wager anything that you"re picking up all sorts of odd jobs among the poor, that belong to the young doctors. Your place is considerably higher, where you can pick and choose your patients."
Dr. Fisher laughed--an odd little laugh, that along with its pleasant note, carried the ring of a strong will.
"Oh! well, you know, I"m too old to learn new ways," he said. "Better let me wag on at the old ones."
Mr. King gave an exclamation of disapproval. "It"s lucky your time is short," he said grimly, and the secret was nearly out!
"Phronsie is coming downstairs to-morrow, isn"t she?" asked Jasper quickly, over to the doctor.
"Oh! no, indeed, I think not," answered Mr. King before Dr. Fisher had time to reply. "She would better wait a day or two longer. Isn"t that so, Doctor?" at last appealing to him.
"I don"t agree with you," the little doctor drew off his attention from his plate. "You see she has regained her strength remarkably. Now the quicker she is in the family life again, the better for her."
"Oh, good! good!" cried Polly, delighted at the safe withdrawal from the precipice of dangerous argument. "Alexia, now you must help us think up something to celebrate her coming downstairs."
"Not so fast, Polly." The little doctor beamed at her in a way surprising to see after the morning"s affair. "Phronsie won"t be ready for any celebration before next week. Then I think you may venture."
Alexia pouted and played with her spoon.
"O dear!" cried d.i.c.k dolefully, "what"s the reason we must wait a whole week, pray tell?"
"Because Father Fisher says so," replied Ben across the table; "that"s the princ.i.p.al reason--and it doesn"t need any more to support it"--
"Well, I tell you," broke in Polly in her brightest way, "let us think up perfectly splendid things. It"s best as it is, for it will take us a week to get ready."
"I shall get her a new doll," declared Mr. King. The rest shouted. "Her others must be quite worn out."
"What could you get her," cried Mr. Whitney, "in the way of a doll? Do tell us, for I really do not see."
"Why, one of those phonograph dolls, to be sure," cried Mr. King promptly.
"Are they on sale yet?" asked Jasper. "I thought they had not perfected them enough for the market."
"I think I know where one can be bought," said his father. "They must be perfected--it"s all nonsense that I can"t find one if Phronsie wants it! Yes, she shall have a phonograph doll."
"That will be perfectly elegant," exclaimed Polly, with sparkling eyes.
"Won"t Phronsie be delighted when she hears it talk?"
"She ought to have a Punch and Judy show," said Mrs. Whitney, "she"s always so pleased with them, father."
Mr. King pushed away his coffee-cup, and pulled out his note-book.
""Punch and Judy," down that goes," he said, noting it after "phonograph doll." "What else?"
"Can"t we have some of those boys up from the Orphan Asylum?" asked Polly, after a minute in which everybody had done a bit of hard thinking. "Phronsie loves to hear them sing when she goes there. Oh!
they are so cunning."
"She"ll want to give them her best toys and load them down with all her possessions. You see if she doesn"t," warned Jasper.
"Well, she won"t give away her new doll, anyway," cried Polly.
"No, she never gives away one of the dolls you"ve given her, father,"
said Mrs. Whitney slowly, "not a single one. I tried her one day, asking her to give me one to bestow on a poor child, and she quite reproached me by the look in her brown eyes. I haven"t asked her since."
"What did she say?" asked Mr. King abruptly.
""I can"t, Auntie; dear Grandpapa gave them to me himself." Then she ran for her savings bank, and poured out the money in my lap. "Let"s go out and buy the poor child a doll," she begged, and I really had to do it. And there must be at least two hundred dolls in this house."
"Two hundred dolls!" cried Alexia in astonishment, and raising her hands.
"Why, yes; father has been bringing Phronsie dolls for the last five years, with the greatest faithfulness, till her family has increased to a painful extent."
"O dear me!" cried Alexia, with great emphasis. "I should think they"d be under foot in every room."
"Well, indeed they"re not," said Polly; "she keeps them up in her playroom."
"And the playroom closet," said Mrs. Whitney, "that is full. I peeped in there yesterday, and the dolls are ranged according to the times when father gave them to her."
"And the baby-house is just crowded," laughed Jasper. "I know, because I saw her moving out her chairs and tables to make room."
"O dear me!" exclaimed Alexia again, for want of something else to say.
"I just hate dolls," exploded d.i.c.k. "Faugh! how can girls play with them; they"re so silly. And Phronsie always has something to do for hers, so she can"t come when I want her to. I wish they were burned up," he added vindictively.
Mr. King rubbed his forehead in a puzzled way. "Perhaps she has enough," he said at last. "Yet what shall I give her if I don"t buy a doll?"
"I"d give her the phonograph one, father," said Mrs. Whitney, "anyway."
"Yes, of course; but after that, what shall I do?"
He looked so troubled that Mrs. Whitney hastened to say, "Oh, well, father! you know when you are abr"--and the secret Was nearly out for the second time!
But they were saved by the appearance of Alexia"s father, who often dropped in on the edge of the dinner hour, for a second cup of coffee.
The next morning Phronsie was waiting for Grandpapa King, who insisted that no one else should carry her downstairs, the remainder of the household in various stages of delight and expectation, revolving around her, and curbing their impatience as best they might, in hall and on staircase.
"Oh, Grandpapa! do hurry," begged d.i.c.k, kicking his heels on the stairs.
"Hush, d.i.c.ky boy," said mamma. "Grandpapa can"t come till his agent is gone. Don"t you hear them talking in the library?"
"Well I wish Mr. Frazer would take himself off; he"s a nuisance,"
declared the boy. "He"s been here a whole hour."