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Bassett, Sara Ware, 1872-1968

"The Story of Porcelain"

Croyden for a few moments while I
get some of the things I need," he said in a low tone. "Keep perfectly
still and rest a little if you can. There is no need for you to
worry. We will have you all fixed up within an hour. It is a clean
break--a merciful thing, for we couldn't take an X-ray of it if we
wanted to."
With these words he left the room.
It was some little time before he returned, and in the meanwhile
Mr. Croyden sat beside Theo's bed and talked cheerily.
"Nothing like traveling with your own doctor," he remarked
jocosely. "Now if my leg was broken I should have to hire some one in
to see it, and it would cost me a pretty penny. But here you are miles
from a settlement with your own private physician in attendance. Were
you a young prince you could not be more royally cared for. Think of
having one of the best New York surgeons at your beck and call here in
this wilderness. You are a lucky beggar!"
Theo laughed faintly.
"As for splints--here is a forest of the finest, straightest, and
strongest timber. What more can you ask? You couldn't do things on a
grander scale if you were in New York City."
Again Theo smiled.
"Your father will have you comfortable as a cricket before long," went
on Mr.


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