This bedtime hour was the best in the whole
day.
At last there came a morning when Theo awoke to hear a storm beating
noisily down upon the roof. The wind was blowing hard and sheets of
rain drenched the windows.
"There'll be no fishing to-day," announced Dr. Swift after
breakfast. "Instead Manuel is going out over the carry for provisions,
and before he goes I must write some letters for him to take. In the
meantime Mr. Croyden wants to know if you would like to have him come
in and talk with you for a while?"
"Like it!" was the delighted exclamation.
"I believe I hear him now. Yes, here he is. Come in, Croyden!" called
the Doctor heartily. "Our patient says he will be glad to see you."
"Glad? I should say I should!"
Mr. Croyden chuckled.
"I don't know that any audience ever gave me such a royal welcome
before," he declared with amusement. "How do you find yourself this
morning, sonny? Able to talk Greek pottery?"
"Able to hear you talk it," Theo answered instantly.
"I am thinking of shifting my subject to-day and telling you about
Chinese and Japanese pottery instead."
"That will be fine."
"Very well, we'll begin our lecture right away, since the audience
seems to be assembled," observed Mr.
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