What a stupid remark! She had no more idea of saying that than of saying: "Do you think it will snow?" But, somehow, when he put up his book and looked at her so seriously, she could not help blundering.
"They ought to be," he said simply. Then she saw that he was preoccupied--scarcely aware that she was present.
"I beg your pardon," he said directly, "but I was very busy thinking, just then."
"Oh, I should not have disturbed you," she faltered. "I will go away at once. I just wanted to be sure that you would wait for me--not run off and leave me."
"Oh, do sit down," he urged. "My brain is stiff, and I"ve got to quit for to-night. I haven"t told you what takes me to Chelton--in fact, I haven"t told mother. You see, she thinks I am such a baby that I find it better not to let her know when I am on a case. But the fact is, I am just baby enough to want to tell some one."
He arranged the cushions in the big willow chair, and Cora sat down quite obediently. She liked Duncan--there was something akin to bravery behind his careless manner. "What he wouldn"t do for a friend!" she thought.
"Your case?" asked Cora. "I am very ignorant on medical matters, but I should love to hear about the Chelton case. I fancy I know every one in Chelton."
"Well, you know Uncle Bennet, Daisy"s father, is quite a surgeon, and he has been called in this case by Dr. Collins. It is a remarkable case, and he has asked me to come in also."
"It is that of a child who has been a cripple for some years, and who now is making such progress under the physical-training system that she promises to be cured entirely.
"A child?" asked Cora, her heart fluttering.
"Yes; and I rather suspect that you know her." He seemed about to laugh. "Uncle mentioned your brother"s name in his invitation for me to go in on the case."
"Oh, tell me," begged Cora, "is it Wren?"
"Just let me see," and he looked over some letters. "It seems to me it was some such fantastical name--yes, here it is. Her name is Wren Salvey."
"Oh, my little Wren! And Clip is doing all this! Oh, I must go! Is she going to be operated upon?"
"Seems to me, little girl," and the young doctor put his hand over hers as would an elderly physician, "that you are over excitable. I will have to be giving you a sedative if you do not at once quiet down. The child is not to be operated upon, as I understand it. It is simply what we call an observation case."
"But she is at our house--she has been there since I came away. Why, however can all that be going on at home and no one there but the housekeeper--"
"The child was at your house, but is now in a private sanitarium," he said quickly. "I have had the pleasure of being in close correspondence with your friend Clip."
CHAPTER XXIV
CORA "S RESOLVE
For a moment Cora was dumfounded. Duncan Bennet a close friend of Clip!
The next moment the riddle was solved.
"Why, of course you know Clip," she said. "She goes to your college."
"Yes," and he ran his white fingers through his "fractious" hair. "The fact is, Cora, I am quite as anxious to see Clip as to go in on the case. Haven"t seen her since school closed."
"I"ll likely have some trouble in finding her," he added presently.
"Never can find her when I particularly want to, but if she is in Chelton I"m going to hunt her up."
"Won"t she be at the sanitarium?" asked Cora, and she wondered why her own voice sounded so strained.
"I think not," he replied. "Clip is a poster-girl, in our parlance, and we don"t let them in on real cases."
"Poster?" asked Cora.
"Yes; it means she has had her picture in the college paper, with "Next" under it. I don"t mind saying that I cut out that particular picture."
"It must be lots of fun to be in such affairs," said Cora. "I have often thought that the simple life of society is a mere bubble compared to what goes on where girls think."
"Well, I am going early," he said pleasantly. "I suppose you don"t mind running away before breakfast."
"No, indeed," she answered. "I rather fancy the idea. If I ever trusted myself to meet the girls I would surely "default.""
"All right. My man is always on time. Mother will see that we are not hungry--I"ve got the greatest mother in the world for looking after meals."
Cora laughed, and arose to go.
"I"ve told you a lot," he said rather awkwardly, "but somehow I felt like telling you."
"You may trust me," replied Cora lightly. "I have such a lot of secrets, that I just know how to manage them--they are filed away, you know, each in its place."
"Thanks," he said. "You know, we don"t, as a rule, speak about our professional friends. Don"t say anything to Daisy about Clip. I think she would die if she knew I fancied her."
He said this just like a girl, imitating Daisy.
"Why, she likes Clip," declared Cora. "We all do."
"Wait," he said, and he raised a prophetic finger, "wait until Clip sails under her own colors. Then take note of her friends. This is the thorn in her side, as it were. She speaks of it often."
How Cora"s head throbbed! Perhaps, as Duncan had said, she was over excited. But just now there seemed so many things to think about.
If she went to Chelton she might hear something that would give her a clue to Wren"s book. Jack insinuated that he had a clue when he spoke to her over the "phone. What if she should be able to trace both the book and the table! And bring Wren into her own!
As if divining a change in the girl"s mind, Duncan Bennet said:
"Now, you won"t disappoint me? I am counting on your company."
"Well, I shall have to dream over it," replied Cora. "Mother says it is always safest to let our ambitions cool overnight."
""Think not ambition wise, because "tis brave?"" he quoted. But he did not guess how well that quotation fitted Cora"s case.
It seemed scarcely any time before the girls were back from the park, just bubbling over in girlish enthusiasm about the wonderful woodland performance. And that Cora should have missed it! Even Gertrude, the staid and steady, could not understand it.
The Bennets" home was a very large country house, but with all the motor girls scattered over it the house seemed comparatively small.
Chocolate and knickknacks were always served before bedtime, and Daisy had reason to be proud of her part in the entertainment of the girls.