Jean has done enough to-day. She isn't made of iron."
"She is made of fire and dew," Derry flung at him, lightly.
"Heavens, has it come to that? Well, she is still my daughter. I
won't have her ill on my hands."
"But, Daddy!"
"You are to have a quiet dinner with me, my dear, and go to bed--and
young Lochinvar may call for you in the morning--"
Young Lochinvar was repentant. "I didn't think it would tire her."
"Henceforth you will have to think."
"I know, sir."
He was so meek that the Doctor melted. "Run along and say 'Good-bye'
to her. I'll give you ten minutes."
They wanted ten eternities. But there was, of course, tomorrow. They
comforted themselves with that.
At dinner, the Doctor spoke of Derry's father. "All real danger is
past, but he will have to be careful."
"When is Hilda coming back?"
"She told me last night that she'd rather stay until there was no
further need for a nurse. The General hates a change, and he has asked
her to stay."
"Does she like it?"
"She is very comfortable."
"Derry says that his father is an old dear."
"He would think so, naturally.
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